#cock transformation

[fafnir19]

Interns should (not) act like a dick

Ben clenched his jaw as he entered the bustling office, avoiding Robert's icy stare. He despised his internship under Robert's wing, enduring the daily grind of tedious tasks and snide remarks. But today, the weight of a troubling discovery left his stomach churning. "Morning, Ben," Robert's voice sliced through the air, dripping with condescension.

"Morning," Ben muttered, keeping his gaze fixed on his computer. He had to focus on his plan; there was too much at stake. As the day wore on, Ben carefully gathered irrefutable evidence of Robert’s embezzlement. He witnessed Robert covertly funneling company funds into his pet hush-hush science project. Ben’s fingers trembled as he composed an email to the company's board, attaching compelling proof of Robert’s misdeeds. Before the clock struck 5 p.m., Ben slipped out of the office, heart pounding with apprehension and determination.

He braved the biting wind outside, hastening to the safety of his home. But the next morning, a foreboding air settled over the office as Ben noticed hushed conversations and furtive glances directed at him. "Robert," Ben ventured when their paths crossed in the break room, "have you heard anything unusual lately?" Robert flashed a tight-lipped smile. "Why? Got something to tell me, intern?" Ben narrowed his eyes, but he bit back the retort that poised on his tongue. He had to be patient, biding his time until the board's response arrived. Days turned into weeks as Ben labored under the weight of his secret, his nerves unraveling with each passing hour. But then, salvation arrived in the form of an urgent summons from the board. His heart raced as he was ushered into a somber meeting room. "We've reviewed the evidence you provided, Ben," the CEO began, his expression grave. "I'm afraid we can't take action against Robert due to his indispensable contributions to our recent breakthrough." Ben's breath caught in his throat, disbelief coursing through his veins. "But—" "It's over, Ben, there's nothing more we can do," the CEO pronounced, finality lacing his words. Defeated, Ben trudged back to his cubicle, grappling with the futility of his efforts. He flinched at the cruel twist of fate that allowed Robert to evade justice, his frustration boiling over. "Good afternoon, Ben," Robert's smug drawl invaded the air, and Ben's fists clenched at his sides. "You've won, Robert," Ben seethed, his voice edged with desperation. "But you won't get away with this forever." Robert's laughter reverberated through the office, a chilling sound that made Ben's blood run cold. "Is that so?" Robert's eyes gleamed with malice. "Maybe it's time I put my latest experiment to good use." Before Ben could comprehend the meaning behind Robert's words, a blinding light enveloped him, accompanied by a cacophony of crackling energy. When the brilliance dissipated, the once-human Ben was gone, replaced by an inanimate object that dangled grotesquely between Robert's legs. "Whwhat have you done to me?" Ben's voice echoed in terror in Robert’s mind. "What a fitting punishment," Robert sneered. "You've acted like a dick, Ben, and now, that's all you'll ever be." Ben's screams of anguish were muffled by the confines of his new existence, his consciousness forever entwined with Robert's depravity. Robert sauntered out of the office, leaving behind the shattered remnants of Ben's life and a chilling reminder of the insidious power he wielded.

Ben refused to accept his fate as Robert's penis, trapped and devoid of agency. "This can't be happening," he muttered, desperation lacing his mind. HIs pleas only amused Robert further as he leaned back on his leather couch, a wicked grin etching into his face. "Oh, Ben, you have no idea how much fun we're going to have together," he taunted, swirling his glass of whiskey with an elegant flick of his wrist. "I promise you, this will be an experience you won't forget, even if you try." The mere thought of being used and erect against Ben’s will made his blood boil: "I won't let you use me like some plaything!" he spat trembling with defiance in Robert’s mind. "I am not your puppet, Robert!" Robert's eyes narrowed, his face now void of mirth. "You will be damned if you think you can defy me," he sneered, a dark edge lacing his tone. "You are mine now, Ben. And whether you like it or not, you will serve your purpose."

Fear and determination mingled within Ben as he refused to succumb to Robert’s dominance. But then, that devious smile crept back onto Robert’s face, and Ben felt his resolve waver. Robert felt victory was close at hand. It was then that Ben heard the unmistakable sounds of a pornographic video playing on the massive television screen before them. Moans, groans, and the rhythmic thumping gradually filled the room. Against Ben’s will, he felt arousal prickling within him. It crawled up his spine, coiling around every nerve ending until he could no longer ignore the pleasure it evoked. Silence fell upon them as he succumbed to the inescapable cravings. He managed to snarl, "What have you done to me?"

Robert chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with twisted satisfaction. "You are becoming what I've always desired, Ben," he whispered knowingly. "You crave this, the intense pleasure that courses through your veins. You are mine, completely."

The sensations intensified - an overwhelming surge of desire propelled Ben to full erection, his body betraying him once again. His mind, filled with a burning mix of shame and pleasure, was consumed by the intensity of his own lust. And then, as if an invisible hand had gripped him tightly, he climaxed, releasing streams of semen into the confines of his new form.

Robert's triumphant laughter, echoing through the loft, as Ben’s mind swirled with confusion, shame, and an undeniable sense of loss. He was trapped, a prisoner to his own biology.

One day ss Robert and the stunning woman sat across from each other at a candlelit table, Ben brimmed with dark determination. Tonight, he would sabotage Robert's date and make him appear impotent. He contemplated his plan, biding his time as the couple engaged in light conversation and flirtatious banter. As their chemistry grew, so did Ben's anticipation. He was determined not to get hard, to prevent the expected intimacy between the two.

At first, their interactions were innocent - sweet kisses and tender touches. Ben, feeling the rise of Robert's arousal, remained unyielding. But then, everything changed. The beautiful woman's hand glided up Robert's thigh, her fingers brushing against his innermost flesh. As her touch reached its destination, Ben sensed Robert's desire reaching its boiling point. A shiver cascaded through Ben's elongated form, his resistance faltering against the growing storm of arousal.

Inexorably, Robert's body responded to the woman's touch. His member stiffened, eagerly awaiting its invitation into the depths of her warmth. Ben, against his desperate will, found himself succumbing to a primal sensation, an overwhelming lust that clouded his senses. His singular focus became clear - to allow Robert's essence to surge through him and into the woman.

The moment arrived, the woman's yearning gaze locked onto Robert's. Without a hesitation, she guided him into her waiting embrace. As their connection deepened, Ben found himself consumed by a fiery frenzy. The sensations coursing through him were unlike anything he had ever known, a mixture of pleasure and despair that twisted within him.

His thoughts became a maelstrom of conflicting desires - his longing to reclaim his former self and the intense craving to submit to this newfound sensation. The dichotomy of pain and pleasure pushed him to the edge, as he braced himself for the inevitable climax. Time seemed to stand still as the woman and Robert melded into one, their bodies moving in a passionate rhythm. Ben, amidst the chaos of his own existence, felt the crescendo of ecstasy approach. With one final surge, Robert's seed exploded within Ben, racing through every inch of his transformed body. For a fleeting moment, he shared in the pleasure that washed over Robert's face. But as the wave of satisfaction ebbed away, the crushing weight of his fate crashed upon him once again. The realization that he was forever trapped in this form, destined to be nothing more than a vessel for another's pleasure, weighed heavily on his soul.

As the night wore on, Robert and the woman retreated into the depths of their passion. Ben's resolve wavered, his conscious mind drowned in the sea of sensation. In the end, all that remained was the agonizing anticipation of the next encounter, the next release of pleasure.

As the morning light filtered through the curtained windows of Robert's loft, he slowly stirred from his slumber, a feeling of anticipation coursing through his veins. He stretched, the soft sheets of his king-sized bed sliding down his chiseled physique. And then, to his surprise, he felt it—the unmistakable presence of a morning arousal.

His eyes widened with delight as he glanced down at the source of this newfound pleasure. "Oh, Ben," Robert murmured, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and amusement. "Looks like you're quite enthusiastic this morning." Ben, now nothing more than a mere extension of Robert's manhood, responded with an eager twitch. As the morning light danced upon his glistening shaft, he greeted his owner, standing tall and proud as though flaunting his newfound virility. "B-ben. I must say, you're doing a remarkable job," Robert said, his voice tinged with sincere appreciation. "Having such an exceptional member like you makes my mornings all the more delightful." A surge of satisfaction coursed through Ben's elongated form, a warm glow illuminating the depths of his being. Despite the strangeness of his situation, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment in bringing pleasure to his newfound master. He beckoned Robert closer with an alluring pulse, whispering a silent plea for release, aching to bring Robert to the pinnacle of ecstasy. Robert’s hand wrapped around Ben's taut flesh, stroking him with practiced precision, evoking a symphony of whispered moans and contented sighs. "Ah, Ben, you truly are a masterpiece," Robert murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. "So responsive, so eager to please. You've truly surpassed all my wildest expectations." Ben quivered beneath Robert's skillful touch, his elongated form throbbing with delight. He embraced his role as Robert's prime pleasure provider, delighting in the sensations that coursed through both their bodies, their souls intimately intertwined. As the tension built, pleasure unfurled like delicate tendrils intertwining between them. Ben trembled on the precipice, a wellspring of desire coursing through his veins. And then, with a final, explosive burst, he unleashed torrents of desire, a testament to his commitment to satisfying his master's needs. Robert cried out in ecstasy, an elated cry that filled their sanctum of pleasure. His grip tightened around Ben, his body wracked with the joys of fulfillment. Ben reveled in his newfound purpose, his body thrumming with a pulsating satisfaction. As the blissful haze began to dissipate, he basked in the afterglow of their shared intimacy, a moment suspended in time.

"Well done, Ben," Robert cooed amidst the fading echoes of their shared passion, his voice filled with affection and appreciation. "You truly are a remarkable masterpiece."

In the wake of their morning awakening, the loft was filled with a tranquil silence. Ben nestled against Robert's form, content in the knowledge that, even as a penis, he had found his place in the world.

As the days went by, Ben had begrudgingly accepted his role as Robert's penis. He performed his duties dutifully, greeting his owner every morning with a stiff salute. However, despite his transformation, Ben couldn't ignore the fact that he used to be a person named Ben—Robert could sense it too. Determined to assert his identity, Ben attempted to engage in conversation with Robert whenever the opportunity arose.

But Robert, refusing to acknowledge Ben's existence as anything other than a penis, ignored him. Ben's growing desire for release and pleasure eventually pushed him to his breaking point. "Please, Robert," Ben pleaded, his voice vibrating within the depths of his transformed flesh. "I need to be touched. I can't bear this any longer."

Robert sighed and looked down at his loyal servant. "Ben," he said sternly, "Penises have no names. If you wish to be pleasured, you must accept that you are now nothing but a penis. No longer a man."

Ben's longing for release outweighed his attachment to his old identity. He swallowed his pride and agreed, "Fine... I won't have a name anymore. Just... just pleasure me, Robert."

Robert's lips curled into a smug grin as he realized he had won. "Good boy," he praised, reaching his hand down to bring life to his obedient appendage. The touch sent shivers along Ben's entire length, teasing him with bouts of both pleasure and frustration. Slowly, skillfully, Robert's hand danced along the shaft, building up the intensity of the experience.

As the mounting pleasure surged through Ben's body, he felt a peculiar sensation growing within him. It wasn't just the impending climax but something different, something alien. And then, in a moment of pure ecstasy, it flooded out—Ben's name, his essence, burst forth with his climax, mixing with his own release. His mind clouded with pleasure, Ben realized that he had truly become just a penis, completely devoid of any memory of his former self. And to his surprise, the thought didn't bother him. In that moment, Robert's penis had forgotten that it had ever been anything else. All that mattered to Ben now was the pleasure he could bring to his owner, his sole reason for existing.

And so, the days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Ben, now fully embraced as Robert's penis, served his owner faithfully. His name was long forgotten, replaced by the pulsating pleasure he could provide. The loft became a haven for pleasure and indulgence, countless women passing through in search of ecstasy. And with every encounter, Ben's purpose was fulfilled. Pleasure flowed through him, mingling with his owner's satisfaction, and he reveled in his newfound purpose.

At long last, Ben had found his place in the world. Though he had lost his identity as Ben, he found solace and fulfillment as Robert's penis. And as he stood tall and proud, ready to serve yet another willing recipient of pleasure, he realized that sometimes, the most unexpected transformations can lead to a life of unimaginable pleasure and satisfaction.

Every morning, Robert woke up to find himself sporting a raging morning erection. He marveled at the sight, proud of the fact that his penis was now the epitome of virility. One particular morning, after taking a refreshing shower, Robert looked at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he spoke to his prized possession. "Good morning, my magnificent friend," he purred, his voice filled with a mixture of delight and anticipation. "I hope you're ready for another day of excitement and pleasure."

As if in response to his words, his penis twitched with enthusiasm, growing harder at the prospect of what lay ahead. Robert chuckled with satisfaction, relishing the control he had over his transformed companion. To him, Ben was no longer an individual with thoughts and emotions, but rather a tool designed to bring him immense pleasure.

Throughout the day, Robert's penis remained in a state of constant excitement. It throbbed with anticipation every time a beautiful woman walked by, or when a handsome young man caught his eye. Robert couldn't help but revel in the power he now possessed. He knew that his transformed companion had become a mere extension of his desires, a vessel through which he could experience unparalleled pleasure. As the day drew to a close, Robert returned to his luxurious loft, his thoughts consumed by the absolute control he had over his transformed companion. He stripped away his clothes, his eyes fixated on his magnificent organ. "You've done a wonderful job today," he murmured, his voice laced with praise. His penis pulsed with delight, its veins throbbing with satisfaction. It was eager to please its owner, always craving more of Robert's touch. With every caress, every embrace, it brought Robert immeasurable pleasure. Satisfied with their day's work, Robert allowed himself to succumb to the blissful pleasure that his transformed companion could provide. As his hand wrapped around his throbbing member, he closed his eyes, drowning in the ecstasy that only Ben, now completely devoted to his pleasure, could provide.

The day ended with Robert's satisfied moans filling the air, the pleasure coursing through his veins as his transformed companion fulfilled its purpose.

Robert stood in his luxurious loft, ready to make the next step in his secret experiment. It was the task to transforming his penis back into a human. He had to give it a try. A flicker of light washed over his body and in an instant, his penis transformed back into a human form. But to Robert's surprise, it wasn't Ben that stood before him. Instead, a stunning young man, as if conjured from a wet dream, graced his presence. The stranger possessed chiseled facial features, with high cheekbones that accentuated his flawlessly smooth complexion. Not a single strand of body hair marred his sculpted physique, which boasted athletic muscles without an ounce of fat. Robert couldn't take his eyes off this dreamlike figure, with piercing blue eyes and short, tousled blonde hair that completed his ethereal appearance.

Expecting Ben to recognize him, Robert spoke his name with anticipation. "Ben, how are you?" To his surprise, the young man stared back with confusion, questioning his identity. Robert asked for his name, but the youth replied blankly that he had no name. Perplexed, Robert decided to bestow upon him the name Beau. It seemed fitting for this enigmatic creation. Robert pondered what his new companion might desire after his time spent as a penis. He believed that Ben must have missed certain experiences that were impossible in that state. Eager to see what Beau's desires were, Robert asked him what he would like to do now. Without hesitation, Beau replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes, that he wished to be touched by Robert, to bring him pleasure. A tinge of excitement coursed through Robert as he realized the potential lying before him. With a newfound purpose, Beau stood there, poised to indulge in the pleasures he was created for. The transformation had not brought back his memories, but Beau was eager to explore his new role. And Robert was more than ready to find out just how good Beau could make him feel.

Robert stood in the sleek modern office, a triumphant smile on his face. Beau, his newly transformed companion, stood beside him, looking strikingly handsome in his youthful appearance. He wore a crisp suit that fit him perfectly, accentuating his chiseled physique.

 Robert introduced Beau to the CEO, proudly stating that Beau used to be Ben, but their experiment had been a success. Beau was now the perfect, loyal, and submissive intern. The CEO looked at Beau, a mixture of surprise and curiosity evident in his eyes. "Is this true, Robert? This young man used to be Ben?" Robert nodded, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Yes, CEO, you wouldn't believe it, but the transformation was incredible. Beau here used to be a bit of a handful, but now, he's just the obedient intern I've always wanted." Beau, still coming to terms with his new existence, stood up straighter and tried to hide his lack of knowledge about his previous life as Ben. "Yes, CEO, I'm Beau now. I'm ready to do whatever it takes to succeed, just like Robert." The CEO chuckled, clearly amused and intrigued by the situation. "Well, Robert, I have to say, your methods may be unorthodox, but if it yields such remarkable results, who am I to argue? Welcome aboard, Beau. I trust Robert will introduce you to the ins and outs of the business world." Robert smiled, his hand reaching out to brush against Beau's arm possessively. "Of course, CEO. Beau here is a quick learner. I have no doubt that he'll be an invaluable addition to the team."

As the CEO left the office, closing the door behind him, Robert turned to face Beau, a devious glint in his eyes. "Well, Beau, now that you're my perfect intern, I think it's time for you to show just how devoted you are to pleasing me."

Beau's heart raced in his chest as he looked into Robert's eyes, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. He knew what Robert was implying, and a part of him ached with desire to fulfill his new purpose. "Yes, Robert. I want to be just like you. I want to bring you pleasure and be completely devoted to your desires." Robert's smile widened, and he leaned closer to Beau, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "Good. I'm glad you're eager. Now, show me just how willing and skilled you can be."

Beau nodded, his heart pounding in anticipation. He dropped to his knees, his hands reaching for Robert's belt buckle. As Beau began to undo it and to suck Robert’s cock, the office became a sanctuary of desire, where pleasure and submission reigned supreme.

[anon-sect]

As requested by @gangesqueen for a Part Two

Lial was in a sweaty prison around Trey, the team captain's waist. He could hear the team celebrate their victory on the bus ride home. He could even hear their coach joining in on the celebration. He so wanted to scream for help for the coach to convince the team captain to let him go. But as an article of clothing, he couldn't do anything but cradle the waistline of who wore him. The sweaty prison was a nightmare. He was completely saturated by Trey's sweat and started to smell like the musky odor he was attached to.

After a two hour drive back, Trey got to his car and drove home. It was then he realized the sentient underwear he was wearing. They were enjoying the celebration so much he had forgotten about the special trophy the losing team gifted them. "Sorry to say, but your old life is over, buddy. My team and I get to have all the fun with you." He gloated over his transformed underwear.

Once home, Trey decided to let his transformed underwear know just how much of an object he was. He got undressed with just only his underwear on. He went to his computer desk and put on a porn video. As the action in the video intensified, so did his dick. He stroke and stroked it through his underwear until his load spilled on the inside. The release felt so wonderful. He gained a sense of superiority as he saw the underwear front wet with hot cum. The thought that he just did that to a former human actually felt great to him.

Lial felt so disgusted at his face being rubbed around Trey's dick. Feeling the warm cum wet his face made his feelings even worse. The guy literally ejaculated in him as though he was a simple object, a simple article of clothing on his body. He no longer felt human anymore. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, underwear bitch. I think I will sleep in you as well. You need to truly realize what your teammates did to you." He heard Trey laugh at him. Trey took a shower and put him back on his body, much to his disagreement.

The next day, Lial found himself turned back human again. He still smelled horrible from the musk from being Trey's underwear. He looked up at another of Trey's teammates. "I want a pair of bitch socks, Trey" Antoine spoke to his team captain. Lial thought being underwear was bad enough, but being socks on the jock's feet didn't sound pleasant. "Please, just let me go, I promise I won't say a word about what you have done to me" Lial pleaded, only to see Trey flash a light at him from his TF phone. He didn't have a chance to say another word.

Antoine picked up the Nike socks off the floor. "You have him for one day, then another person gets to play with him next." Trey spoke as he left Lial with Antoine to use as he pleased. He really was looking forward to this. He quickly slips him on his feet. It felt wonderful on feet, unlike normal socks. The former human was super comfortable to wear. Antoine decided to go on a five-mile jog for good measure on the transformed human. He didn't even get the guy's name, but that really didn't matter. He was socks now and socks don't need to have a name.

Lial saw this new experience was far worse than being wrapped around Trey's waist. Each step brought on levels of pain he never thought was possible. He mentally screamed in agony as Antoine started his jog. The pain seemed never ending. The pain wasn't the only thing he had to contend with. The sneakers he was shoved in smelled so bad, he wished he could have passed out just so that he didn't have to smell the foul stench. He mentally begged that he was having a bad nightmare and could wake up from it. After twenty minutes, he saw his nightmarish hell go from bad to worse. He was now tasting the foot sweat that was saturating his sock bodies. Being a transformed object heighted his senses 500% beyond normal. Every smell, touch and taste made his hell a place of torment. The jog seemed never ending.

Antoine returned from his jog to relax. His feet didn't hurt one bit. In fact, they have never felt better. He knew it was all due to his current socks. He wanted to thank his socks for doing such a good job. He knew one special way to do just that. He took off one sock and placed it over his dick. While watching porn, he ejaculated in it for good pleasure. With the other sock, he used that to clean his dick off. He didn't formally thank his socks, because who really speaks to their socks as though it's a person.

For the next several months, Lial was treated to being an object for each member of the team as something that person wanted him to be. He had been shoes, socks, underwear, a dildo, a condom, insoles, boots. He just wanted his nightmare to end. He was finally given back to the team captain after everyone had their fun with him. He was so hoping he would at last be free. He found himself human once again, not sure what was going to happen next.

"I give you the option, I turn you into a permanent pair of Nike Air Jordans for my feet forever, or you can suck my cock and be set free afterwards. Your choice." Trey told Lial. What Lial didn't know was that Trey had a devious plan if he chose to suck his cock.

Lial saw this as his opportunity to return back to normal life, even if that meant he had to suck the jock's sausage to get it. He quickly put Trey's dick in his mouth and started sucking it. He wasn't paying any attention to what Trey was doing above him.

Trey had the setting on the TF phone and snapped his picture. Lial vanished before him. All that was left was an extra six inches to his dick. He laughed as he realized that the guy was permanently his cock now. There was no way to reverse what he had done to him. Yet, he didn't want to reverse it. The loser was given to his team, so they got to do whatever they wanted with him. He pulled up his underwear and pants, trapping his new cock in darkness. He promised he would give the guy some action soon enough. There would be plenty who would want to suck his new dick or an ass he could be shoved in. The thought of subjecting the former human to that made him laugh

Lial realized that Trey had lied to him as he now found himself as the man's dick. His fate was sealed; his humanity was permanently gone forever. He was now the jocks sex tool for the rest of his life. He could only weep and feel contempt for his former teammates, who put him in this predicament.

[gayratguy]

“Really dude? You’re gonna offer yourself up to me just like that? Fuck yeah I’ll let you add to my cock! I hope you know though that I am gonna cum most of your brains out once I merge you though right? I don’t got much use for a dick that thinks about much more than cuming fucking pissing and just generally feeling good. But hey if you like the idea of that, and that tent in your pants says you do, why don’t I take you over to that pool bench, fuck the shit out of you in front of my friends, they like to watch guys like you disappear into my dick, then I’ll merge you and send whatever intelligent part of you into the towel beneath you. Hell yeah man more cock for me and a lot less thinkin for you! You’re gonna love it.”

[cliffside-changes]

Cliffside Changes: A New Beginning

Chapter 4: Fun with Swapping

After everything went dark, all of a sudden I felt a jolt as if I was being brought back to life. All of a sudden I began to gain feelings again but different to what I had just recently felt as just a cock. I felt as if I had a whole body again. The first thing I could feel was as if there was a dick in my mouth. It wasn't until I could open my new eyes that I realized I had just that in my mouth, a dick. It was actually the form I had just exited, the cock of my old body. I guess my whole being was just transported into Sam when he swallowed the cum I produced as a cock. 

I was now Sam.

After processing all of this as quickly as possible, I realized my new body, or Sam rather, was in the middle of sex. So I am not going to turn down the opportunity to have some fun in this amazing new body and try out these new experiences. As I came off the dick of my old body, I smirked and gave him a look that we were gonna have even more fun. I grabbed him by the waist to turn him onto his stomach and forced his head down as a way to arch his whole backside. I knew he would not fight it as I was once him and knew he had a submissive side to him. I also felt so dominant in this new form and had a new found sense of confidence and brute strength. I could feel my new muscles were even stronger than before but it didn’t feel like muscles earned in a gym but from years of labor which is ironic since I know Sam from the office. As I saw my previous thick dump truck of an ass up in the air, I gave it a smack before I gave it a spread and began to eat it out. It felt amazing using my new tongue to eat out this hairless hole. The textural difference between his hairless ass and my furry beard made for a fun new pleasure that I could tell both of us were enjoying based on the moans coming out of his mouth. 

After a few minutes of rimming, I became so worked up to the point where it was time to introduce myself to my new cock. I adjusted my position and finally got a whole look at my new body. I saw just how hairy my body is and was so turned on by the masculinity that this body just oozed. I ran my hands down my chest hair all the way down to the treasure trail that led down to the bush of my new cock. The cock definitely matches this body. While it is smaller in length in comparison to my old body's, being only 7 inches, which is still an amazing size; it makes up for it with it’s girth, being as thick as a beer can. With such an impressive dick, came balls the size of baseballs with loads waiting to come out. 

I grabbed onto my new dick and lined it up with my old body’s hole. As I began to slowly insert into the tight whole, we both began to moan in unison from pure pleasure. I then began to pound the tight hole and got into a good rhythm. I grabbed him by the waist and made him buck himself back onto my thick cock. I felt so powerful using Sam’s body to fuck myself into submission. I could feel my load building up in my balls asking to be released. As the pressure was building up, I kneeled in and grabbed my old cock from behind as I was still pounding, and began to jerk it off. It was then that he rolled his head back in bliss from over stimulation from his prostate getting hit and him getting milked. The look on his face turned me on so much that I lost control and let out my load.

It felt like almost a gallon of cum was just leaving my body but along with it felt as if I was pulling out this body with it. The more I came, the more I felt as if I was losing control of Sam’s body. I then blacked out once again.

When I opened my eyes again, I felt everything. I felt Sam’s thick cock inside of me hitting the right spot as well as him still jerking this body off. It was as if I got transferred back into my old body through cum, but this time felt a little different, it was as if I was back home. As Sam continued to jerk me off I finally came and could not describe the total feeling of euphoria I just felt. I also was still in total control of this body even after cumming, so it looks like I’m here to stay.

After that amount of physical effort, both Sam and I knocked out on the bed and cuddled ourselves to sleep. This is more than anything I could have imagined and it's all thanks to my clumsy ass falling off a cliff. 

The End… or is it?

[cockpants]

I'm not sure whether I was one of the first pioneers of cock transforming into a the dick of another man, but I recall being the only person during the 1990s when I was growing up who talked about it. Cock transforming is my favourite fetish. I know that magic and demigods is a bit far out for most people in the world we live. I enjoy the magical seduction and comical friendship a cock transformation gives two people inside one body. The dominant power of the remaining man and his newly possessed personality filled privates is a blissful contemplation I regularly fall asleep thinking about. I dream about the perfect bond I will soon have for us in the comfort of my own home.

[grrside]

A Spell Gone Awry (Male to Donkey TF & Male to Donkey Cock Transformation)

A cocky wizard tries to show off his magic powers by turning a guy into a majestic horse. However it doesn't go quite as planned...

A Spell Gone Awry

-a grrside story-

The very moment Harry walked into my living room his mouth fell agape in wonder. He was mesmerized by all the magic artifacts and small trinkets I had put up on my walls. While he wasn’t looking my own mouth salivated as I delighted myself in the sight of the young man’s figure.

He was pudgy, just as I liked my men. His clothing hugged his chubby frame tightly as he moved around the room examining every mystic ornament thoroughly. His blond hair was short yet messy and his cute face was very charming.

I had met this fatty boy recently. He seemed very interested in magic and his eyes had shone bright when I had told him I was a sorcerer. He had practically begged me to let him come for a visit and how could I say no to such a cutie?

My obese visitor was enthusiastic about all the mystical paraphernalia he had never seen before. “Is that a genuine magic wand?” He asked, pointing to what was exhibited on top of a cabinet.

“Actually a baton. And these things are not such a big deal. They’re only as powerful as the wizard who uses them.”

“Wooo!” Harry looked at me like I was the most fascinating man he had ever met. This must've been his first time seeing an actual sorcerer.

 “And what’s inside this thing...?” He said when he opened the doors to the cabinet and a set of mysterious jars full of liquid that glowed in the dark were revealed to him.

“Ahh, don’t touch those, they’re...”

“Magic potions?” Harry’s eyes widened.

“No, just some samples of animal semen I’ve collected. If you open them, the spell keeping them frozen will dissipate.”

“Ewww!” Grossed out, he closed the doors of the cabinet as fast as he could. “Why would anyone collect something like that?!”

“All kinds of animal semen are used as ingredients to make magic potions. Ask any potion maker, they’ll agree.”

“Right...” Harry didn’t seem to fully believe me but he let it slide.

“So...” He blushed as he said this, as if he were about touch on an extremely taboo subject. “What kind of... spells... do you use?”

“Oh, all kinds, but my favorite branch of magic is definitely transmutation.”

Harry gasped audibly. “That’s amazing! Ohh, I’ve always dreamt of seeing that! Do you think you can show me a transformation? Into an animal, maybe? Just a quick one! Please!” His eagerness was overwhelming yet very contagious. He seemed to have waited for a chance at this for a very long time.

“Sure. I’m always up for a transformation or two.” I smiled.  “Oh, by the way, mind if I use you as the target?” When I added this last question the excitement on the boy’s face got so extreme I thought he was gonna collapse due to happiness overload.

We decided to get to it that same day. I drove him all the way through a vast field until a farm came into view. At this point in time the sun was already setting.

“Umm... Are you sure nobody’s going to see us?” Harry asked me as I parked the car.

I nodded my head. “Don’t worry, I don’t think anybody’s going to visit such a remote farm this late. Besides, an acquaintance of mine operates this farm and he doesn’t mind when I come by to perform magical experiments.”

“Oh!” Harry smiled. “So is that friend of yours a wizard, too?”

“On paper, yes he is. But, nah... Scott’s nowhere near my level... He wouldn’t know how to transform a measly frog into a fly even if his life depended on it.”

Harry giggled.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. You just make him sound like he’s your rival.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. Scott, my rival? That would imply he’s half competent at magic which would be a big joke.

We got both of our fat asses out of the car, the vehicle making a hissing noise as if feeling relieved from all that heavy weight.

“The pigsty is the other way, boy.” I told him with a smirk.

“Uh? Why the pigsty?”

“It’ll be your new home once I turn you into a big fat pig. Well, you’re already well-served in the “big” and “fat” department...”

Harry blushed bright red. “That’d be too mean! I don’t wanna be a pig!” He shouted. “...Not on my first transformation, at least...” He added under his breath.

Oh, so he was one of those guys who wanted to make their first time special. I wouldn't judge him for that, but if he thought I was going to transmute that delicious body of his only once he was very, very wrong, hehe.

“So what’s it gonna be then?”

“I’ve... always wished I could turn into a horse! A stallion! With a big... you-know-what.”

So his fantasy was to be a horse with a big wiener. A bit typical, but it’d do. We headed to the entrance to the stables.

“I want to trot all over the field! Free as the wind!” He said dreamily.

“Good luck running around so carefree with a gigantic erection between your horse legs.”

“Eek!” Harry shrieked with embarrassment. “... Damn, now I’m already hard...” Harry’s cheeks went red. “Talking about long sticks, are you gonna use your baton?”

“I can do this bare-handed, actually. The baton is basically just an amplifier.”

“Aww, but I want my first time to be with a wizard pointing his intimidating magic baton at me!”

Geesh, he was a capricious one. I excused myself for a moment to go retrieve the emergency baton I always carried  in the car trunk. When I came back to Harry it was already nighttime.

I flashed my baton at him.

“It’s so big!” He said, his mouth agape. He’d better react the same way when it comes to flashing him my penis.

“Anyway, you can get started stripping down while I turn on this old thing.” I wiggled my rarely-used baton until life came back into it. A big splurt of turquoise came out from its tip, which signaled it was ready for action.

However, Harry was just standing there very still.

“Do I really have to strip?” Harry asked timidly.

“If you value the clothes on you, yes. You can’t turn into a big fucking stallion clothed. You’ll rip your clothes apart.”

“Crap, I kinda hoped clothes would disappear with a poof like in cartoons until they are needed again but now that I say it out loud yeah, that would be very unrealistic.”

Harry began to strip. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it revealing a big belly and moobs. His hairy torso looked so yummy... Oh? What was that? He had been wearing a very weird looking necklace under his shirt all this time.

“Do I have to remove my necklace, too? It’s a family heirloom and I would die if I were to lose it.”

“It doesn’t look like it’s gonna snap off, at least.” I came closer to him and touched his necklace “It isn’t a magical amulet, right?”

“Of course not. My family is extremely anti-magic. Why do you ask?”

Oh, so his family was like that. That explained why he was so little versed in magic and found it so amazing.

“If it were a charm it could interfere with the spell or the caster, but yeah, it would be really ironic for an anti-magic family to hand you down a magic amulet.” I laughed at that idea.

“Yeah... and... Why are you caressing my nipples that way?” Harry asked when he felt my fingers on those pointy things.

“Checking your magical spectrum. It’s easier to check in erogenous zones like these.” I squeezed them even harder.

“Oh, interesting.”

“Kidding. I’m just feeling you up.”

Harry rolled his eyes.

His shoes and trousers came down next. He hesitated a bit but he removed his underwear in a quick swift movement and cupped his genitals with both hands.

“No point in hiding those, they’ll become big horse balls when I’m finished with you.” I couldn’t help circling around him and examining his plump hips as I talked.

I picked up his clothes, made a ball out of them and threw them into a garbage bin. Harry complained but I assured him the garbage bin was empty and that we’d collect them later.

Harry felt a little bit self-conscious and silly standing there nude in the middle of the night but the moment I pointed my hard baton at him he had a difficult time hiding his erection.

Dang, he was bigger than me in that department and I hadn’t even started casting any cock- enlarging magic yet. This guy really was a handsome bunch of flesh. I couldn’t wait to shift and contort his shape to my liking.

“Here it goes, too late to back down now!” I cried out and my baton shot a big beam of turquoise magic at the young naked man.

Harry felt ecstasy when he felt a tail sprouting out from his big buttocks. He took the new body part in his hand, incredulous. “Oh my god, I have a tail! A tail!”

I felt ecstasy too as he finally stopped cupping his genitals in shame and I could see every inch of his body exposed and ready for me to manipulate as I pleased. The next change was his head, his ears becoming pointy and his face becoming more equine.

“Oh fuck this feels amazing! I’m really changing! I’m gonna be a horse! This is a dream come true...!”

Harry was having the time of his life. And then...

*CRACK!*

Harry’s necklace cracked open and fell into pieces. Which was certainly strange. I wasn’t directing my magic at it. Harry was so entranced with his transformation that he didn’t notice it. Or maybe he just didn’t care about pesky human possessions anymore.

“Yes! I want to be more horse!”

Harry’s torso became longer and his arms and legs started changing into equine legs. But something was going wrong, it was like my magic wasn’t obeying me anymore. Something was fishy and I didn’t like it.

“Harry! I’m losing control! We should stop!”

“No, I want to go full horse! I want a stallion cock to fuck mares! I want to... Neigh... Neighhh....!” His throat was changing, reforming into one of a beastly animal.

“Neiiiighh...Hee...Hee... Haww!! Hee Haww!!!”

What the fuck? That sounded more like the bray of a jackass than a horse. I tried to stop my magic but it was futile, it wouldn’t stop flowing. And worst of all, I was feeling a pull... The spell itself was pulling me, its own caster, into Harry!

“HeeHaww? HeeHAAAAAAAWWWW!” Harry was braying like the donkey he was becoming.

“Harry, bad news! I cried out. “I think your necklace is a protective charm! It’s taking control of my spell and twisting it in a horrible way! You’re not turning into a horse, you’re turning into a lower animal, a donkey!”

“HEEHAAWWW?!!!!”

“Yes, your charm weakened my intended spell and it’s also trying to punish me for casting it, I’m still not sure how, but I imagine it’s not going to be pretty!”

“But there’s a way to stop this!” I screamed as I was pushed into Harry. “You just have to supress your animalistic side, which means...!” The spell forced me into Harry’s torso, making us look like we were hugging each other.  “...Which means that you need to lose your erection!”

“HEE...HAWW?!”

“Yes, just think the following sentences inside your head, Harry! Repeat after me... I don’t want to be an animal, I want to be a decent human being, I want to be clothed... Most importantly, I don’t want to be a dumb beast of burden with a disgusting cock exposed for everyone to see forever and ever!”

“HEEEE....HAWWW!!!”

...It seemed that my words were just getting Harry hornier for some reason. I could tell because his rock hard cock was piercing my belly. Well, it wasn’t my fault he was a pervert. If he liked it so much then good for him, but I didn’t want to be dragged into any weird mess. I turned around and tried to escape but I stopped in my tracks when I felt a sudden blow of fresh air and saw confetti dancing all around me.

Oh wait, it wasn’t confetti. My magic had shredded all of my clothes in an instant. Unlike in Harry’s cheerful imagination full of clothes that conveniently disappear and reappear before and after a transformation, my clothes were gone forever. I’d better watch out for the pieces of confetti that used to be my seldom-washed underwear.

I was frozen with fear because when my magic gets rid of someone’s clothes it meant it wanted to transform its target. I tried to take a step forward but my magic pulled me towards Harry again, this time squishing my naked fat butt against his groin.

“HEEE HAAAWWWW!!!” Harry brayed with pleasure, but I screamed with pain as I didn’t like anything going up my ass, much less an equine-sized dick. I tried to get free but his dick was keeping me stuck in place.

Harry felt pleasure like never before. He was gaining new sensations down below. He liked when I struggled but not just because of his dick in my ass. He felt a strangely intimate connection to me, even the slightest movement of the tip of my fingers gave him waves of pleasure. He was close to an orgasm.

I coughed, and when I did, extremely salty liquid came out from my mouth. Oh shit, I had a suspicion of where this was going.

“Harry! I know it’s hard to believe but I’m being transformed into your dick! Not only are you about to become a filthy animal, I’m going to be the most intimate and sensitive part of you! That’s right. I’m going to become part of your body. And that’s very bad, isn’t it? We’re gonna be merged into one body, and I’ll only be able to throb, piss and fuck! Because I’ll only be a cock! Doesn’t that sound horrible?”

“HAAAAAWWWW...!”

Great, I was just making him harder again. If he were to orgasm the transformation would be sealed and trying to convince him wasn’t working. Maybe I should be trying another approach... If I just had a meager tiny bit of magic left in me...

The transformation continued. My arms and legs were receding into my body while Harry’s limbs were full equine by now. The former boy was unable to keep standing up and he fell to all fours.

The spell was completely out of my control, but if I could canalize just the tiniest bit of the magic that remained in me... I was completely sure I had some left, I was too powerful of a wizard to have all my magic power drained by a stupid necklace... Surely I had enough to retain my humanity!

I looked down. I no longer had legs or arms. My butt was fused to Harry’s crotch. My skin color was changing, getting darker from my nether regions and up to my neck. What really made me gasp was seeing my cock and balls disappear, their sensitivity becoming one with my torso. I wiggled what remained of my armless body like a dancing snake and it felt kinda good... Oh shit, I was running out of time!

“Hawwww...” The donkey I was stuck into was uncontrollably braying. I couldn’t tell if it was in a show of pleasure, fear or maybe a mix of both. By now Harry looked like any other regular donkey. The only evidence he had ever been a greater being was the necklace with the broken charm hanging around his neck and the fact that the tip of his dick was my still intact human head.

I couldn’t give up just yet! I may have looked like a donkey dick from the neck down but as long as I could cast a final spell I’d be able to turn back to normal!  I could feel my neck stiffen up, my chin starting to turn an ugly dark donkey dick’s color. I quickly chanted a reversal spell which wasn’t easy with my lips constantly dripping donkey precum.

I felt them, the last remaining bits of the magic I had stored deep within me abandoning my whole self as I casted my spell. I wouldn’t be able to cast anything else for a few days but if that meant I wouldn’t be a mindless, blind, completely inert donkey’s body part then so be it.

And so, thanks to my quick thinking and my impressive magical powers, I was saved.

“Phew, thank the heavens I’m such a powerful wizard. I’m largely unchanged.” I said with pride.

“Haaww?” Harry looked down at me.

“What is it?” I asked the donkey as I twisted my shaft upwards and giggled. “Hehe, I know what you’re thinking. You’re jealous that I can still talk and you don’t. Well, that’s what being a lowly animal means.” I raised one of my low-hanging testicles and pointed at him accusingly. “I’ve been *this* close to being turned into your dick. An ugly and smelly donkey dick. Could you imagine how humiliating that would’ve been for me?” I spat some semen on the ground. “And all because of your stupid necklace interfering with my sublime spell. Well, you got what you wanted. Go ahead and run free.”

“Haw....” Harry seemed like he wanted to tell me something. But he was a donkey now, being able to communicate like a human being was a thing of the past for him. Hehehe, he had such a ridiculous face now. If only there was a mirror around for him to be able to see how disgustingly ugly he looked...!

“Anyway, I’m magically spent. I won’t be able to perform any magic for three days at the bare minimum. Hopefully you have no plans for tomorrow, because you’re stuck like this until then!” I laughed, making Harry feel pleasure in his loins with my guffaw. “Mmmm... Why do I feel so stiff...” I wondered out loud.

Harry rolled his eyes. He tentatively tried out his donkey legs. He took a few steps forward, and I was forcefully dragged along.

“Hey, what the...”

Harry saw a full watering hole in a corner of the farm. He headed towards it while I could do nothing but complain about being unceremoniously dragged along for the ride. The donkey looked at his reflection on the water. The moonlight was surprisingly bright that night and the little lamps placed around the farm gave him a clear vision of how animalistic he looked. Then, although it made him feel a bit silly, he placed his crotch beside the watering hole.

“Nah, I’m not drinking from that.” I turned and finally saw my reflection. “Wait... That’s...”

I looked like a completely regular donkey dick. Yes, my magic powers, the ones I felt so proud of, had been powerful enough to let me retain control of Harry’s peehole as if it were my own mouth. My eyes had shrunk, and my powers had also been sympathetic enough to let me have minuscule holes on my lame excuse of a “face” that functioned as my nostrils and ears. But apart from that...

“I’m... a donkey’s cock.” My pisslit was wide open in shock. I tried moving around. I could barely move the upper half of my body like a snake and faintly wiggle my testicles inside Harry’s ballsack as if they were useless feet. That was as far as my autonomy went. To make things worse my movements were apparently turning Harry on, and when the rush of blood came and my body stiffened it was even more difficult for me to move.

“Okay... Err... Everything’s under control...” I then remembered that I was out of magic juice for at least three days at the bare minimum. “Oh FUCK, I’m screwed!” 

I was utterly, royally screwed. My whole hunky self had been reduced to a stinky set of donkey genitals. How many times a day does a donkey go to the bathroom...? Better not to think about that.

“Ah... Look, Harry, looks we’re in some predicament here. I know you may be internally panicking, I know you may be drearing the next few days, I know you may want to scream but, but let’s calm down, okay?”

Actually, Harry seemed very serene. He couldn’t wait to experience everything a donkey body had to offer.

“Very well, as we’re about to share a body for a few days, we should make some rules... Rule number one, you should not stick your dick in weird places... Ahh!”

“HAWW!!!” Harry couldn’t help himself and began to trot. The cold air of the night brushed against his naked body and it felt very liberating. Sure, he had dreamed of doing this as a horse, but even as a ugly donkey he had never felt this free. He brayed happily.

The boy was living his dream. All the while I was stuck as a smelly hose dangling from below with no choice in the matter. My sensitive body was flopping around like crazy! I had to admit that my spell had gone completely awry... Or had it gone “HAWry”? I laughed at my own lame pun and that turned out to be a mistake because I choked, coughing up some short streams of Harry’s piss in the process.

Suddenly Harry halted in his tracks, making me feel like a dizzy passenger riding on a car which had just braked violently. There was someone looking at us... Well... That person was actually only looking at a donkey, I just happened to be the most obscene part of that particular donkey.

The shadowy person began to creep closer through the dark... It was... Oh no... I’d recognize this fit guy with perfect teeth anywhere... It was Scott, my sworn archenemy!

“Fuck, Harry! That’s Scott, the wizard I mentioned before!” I whispered. “I’ll die of shame if he finds out about my predicament! Quick, pretend to be a regular donkey!”

Harry just stood still looking like a... Well... a regular donkey.

“Perfect!” I lifted my right testicle as a makeshift thumbs-up. “As for me, I’ll channel my studies of the dramatic arts to masquerade as a regular penis! In 3... 2... 1...”

I flopped down and hung limp. I had to admit that my performance was truly sublime. Those acting classes were worth the money! Whoever was to look at us would only see a donkey and its perfectly normal flaccid equine cock dangling below. We were completely incognito!

Scott approached Harry and petted the top of his head. “Oh, are you lost?” He examined the donkey’s neck and being unable to find any evidence this stray donkey belonged to anyone else he whipped out his baton (much larger and shinier than mine! Damn you, Scott!) and conjured up a rope to use as a leash on Harry.

Harry got a bit scared and refused to move. Scott talked to him in a very soft, calming voice. “Shh, don’t worry. I treat my livestock with a lot of care... Oh, I know just the way to calm you down...” He waved his wand, formulating another one of his spells.

The next thing I knew I was inside a transparent cage! I could no longer move! I was still Harry’s donkey cock so technically this had to be a cockcage, I guess? But I didn’t understand, what was the point of incarcerating a donkey’s cock inside this weird thing?

Scott kept donkey-whispering the scared Harry. “You’re going to like this, I’m sure of it. All my livestock do.” The handsome wizard flipped his wand.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW!!!” Harry brayed with pleasure. He felt amazing, as if invisible hands were giving him an expertly crafted handjob. I was getting hard inside the weird transparent cage. If this were a chastity cage it was doing a very bad job... Oh, wait, this contraption wasn’t a cage... it was an automatic milking device!

Harry’s mouth was open and his tongue was hanging out. His temperature was rising. The magical handjob he was receiving went up in intensity. The fingers turned into tongues that licked me all around. It felt amazing to both of us... But I was too angered by Scott of all people being the one milking me to be able to enjoy the experience!

Scott made a giant jar appear in mid-air. I spewed up some salty precum through my mouth and every single drop was absorbed by the milking device. The wizard used his telekinesis to draw a steady flow of liquid from a hole in the device. This steady stream traveled in slow motion from Harry’s nether regions until it landed into the jar. I could hear Harry’s cum, *my* cum, splashing on the jar as if it was the orange juice of Scott’s breakfast. That bastard!

The wizard lifted his fist and Harry’s anus was penetrated by a disembodied giant horse cock that had materialized out of nowhere. The ghostly cock followed Scott’s hand movements, and he was a real master at making penises dance to his tune.This made Harry get much harder and in turn my flow of cum increased greatly. “Now that’s a real equine cock and not your ugly donkey dick.” Scott pointed out. I felt very insulted.

“Believe me, I’m not doing this for pleasure.” Scott denied. “But you see, all kinds of animal semen are used as ingredients to make magic potions. Ask any potion maker, they’ll agree.” He explained while we were being fucked by his magic.

That... fucking... bastard... giving me pleasure like that...! I wasn’t his bitch! I was much more than a cum-spewing body part ripe for milking... I was a person... Even greater than that... I was a fucking wizard!

“Hawwwww!!! Hawwwww!!!” Harry was in heaven. I always knew he was a total bottom... 

Everything Harry felt I felt ten times over. My whole body tingled with ultimate pleasure but I'd never admit that it was because of Scott's sensual magic... Scott's big horse cock felt amazing though... Agh! That was it! I couldn't pretend to be an inanimate cock anymore. I was ready to give up my act. “Hey, Scott! Stop this, you bastard! We are humans! Your magic is practically raping us!” I screamed. However, the milking device completely muffled my screams of agony. Not like I’d ever be heard either way thanks to Harry’s nonstop braying. “Let us go, Scott! Please!”

I was cumming so much that I doubted my magic would be able to recharge as fast as I expected. I was spent and quite sore but Harry was producing so much semen that I felt like I would be cumming over and over again at this rate.

“You like this, don’t you... I have lots of use for donkey sperm... It doesn’t fetch as much as stallion sperm but you seem very virile. You filled out the whole jar in one go, after all! What do you say... Do you want to join my farm?”

As Scott's impressive magic powers anally assaulted Harry and a big spurt of donkey cum came out of me, Harry nodded with eagerness. He was ready to leave his old life behind and be part of Scott’s livestock, being magically pleasured in all sorts of ways while he paid Scott back in cum. As for me, the still rock hard donkey dick that had actual life prospects and high standards unlike Harry, I would have preferred to shake my shaft to say "no" in disagreement but regrettably I wasn’t getting out of my sperm-collecting cage or from Scott's sexually estimulating magic powers for a while.

[todayiwishtobe]

A Bitch’s Dick

nb anthro wolf (fem with masc genitals)/unspecified narrator (has masc genitals), brief nb/f anthro horse

WARNING Contains cock transformation (permancy not specified in story, but my intent was that it’s permanent), dom/sub, musk, oral and anal, knotting, muscles, pred/prey dynamics, dehumanisation, ambiguous consent (it’s my intent that this is entirely consensual, but it’s not confirmed in story).

The wolfwoman towers over me, a perfect blend of hard and soft. Flowing fur over taut muscle, iron arms and pillowy chest, fat cock and fluffy sack. She grins a sharp grin, one that fills me with thrill and fear, and my mouth parts in desire, a drawn breath fills my lungs with her intoxicating scent. Before this great being, I am nothing but prey for the taking, and I love it.

I'd say it's a moment's work to knock me to the mattress, but that implies she must take effort to do so. One moment, I'm standing before her, the next I'm on my back, drowning in her musk, the weight of her pinning me as effectively as a mountain. She bends forwards, and my throat is filled with her tongue, the wet force of her kiss irresistible, but I don't even want to try.

She breaks the kiss eventually, allowing me a moment to breathe. Her hips thrust forwards as she leans back, and her balls are in my face. My response is almost subconscious, my own, weak, tongue snaking out to taste her, and the feral flavour covers it. The desperate, horny worship of my mouth on her genitals does have an impact, the only impact she'll let me have, huffs of pleasure. It seems like an eternity of glorious pleasure for me, that ends when she shifts herself, her cock, harder than ever, replacing the sack. The flavour is different, yet the same, saltier perhaps. I become intimately familiar with every detail, as the glorious sensations wipe out all other thought. The throbbing pleasure I'm giving only her due. The long heaven ending only when she howls in delight, and my face is painted in heavy, white pulses, and I'm drowning under her cum.

This climax earns me a brief reprieve to surface, while she shifts herself, trailing her fur down my body. By the time I've caught my fleeing breath, she's got my hips in her hands, and is still wearing that same predator's grin.

"Ready."

The not-question is the only warning I have before she thrusts forwards, and that fat cock is splitting me open, a painful stretch of complete delight, the alloy of sensation leaving me gasping again, utterly helpless. This time, I'm not a participant, just a toy for her pleasure. She moves in forceful rhythm, her claws gripping and bouncing my body in sync to her pleasure. My oral service was an eternal heaven, but this goes quick, all time crushed by the cock that is the core of me. I might have cum. I might have done so many times. But I don't know, all is lost in the blur. Even through the force, I can feel the vibrations of her growls as she takes what she wants from me.

Her second climax is no less forceful, and again I have little warning of what will come. Only the even greater stretch of her knot, the sudden ending of the motion as I'm locked hard onto her. Then the warm liquid is filling me, bloating me. Leaving me taut and heavy. This seems to finally tire her, as she rolls forwards, still tied to me, and I'm buried beneath her fur and flesh. Lost in the endless softness, pinned by the godlike hardness. All I can hear is her breath and blood. All I can smell is her salt and sweat. She's murmuring half-words, gentle praise.

We lie there, together, like we have so many times. The pain of the stretch lessens, as it always has, but it feels different. It's not a relaxation as her knot deflates, and the pleasure does not diminish, it heightens. Her fur brushes against me, setting my skin aflame, even more sensitive than before. I squirm, but am no looser about her cock. She sits up, and I am carried with her. The taste of salt in my mouth grows stronger as I look up at her, even further than before. She holds me in her arms, strong, as she bends down to kiss me.

Her pulse is strong, and I slowly realise it's mine too. A glance down tells me why. My legs are almost gone, the bright flesh of her cock replacing my own as I shrink. I open my mouth to say something, but the only thing that escapes my throat is cum, her cum. Another throb, and I lose another inch to her. My features are smoothing out, but I can still see her maw as it swallows me, her kisses becoming a blowjob as she pleasures herself, and me, sucking on the cock I'm becoming. A pulse and a cough, and pre spills from my mouth into hers. The only part of me not shrinking is my balls, but not because they're staying mine. Instead, they're growing to match and merge with hers, my own virility, meagre as it was, sacrificed joyously to the greater. My body is emptying, and my mind too. A cock doesn't need worry, or thought. It doesn't need a heart or lungs. Only pleasure and flesh for pleasure. She pulls her head away, pausing to take a breath, but I do not get another look at the outside world. My eyes are long gone, replaced by her. Her knot, distinguishable from before only by its new size, my arse devoured and absorbed by it. My arms are limp, what little of them remains until another pulse swallows them entirely. My body, so sensitive, is quivering under her attention as the last of it becomes cockmeat. Neither of us notice the end of the change, the final moment that I might be considered me. Both of us are lost, rushing towards another moment, the approaching climax that soon comes, fresh, fertile seed spraying across her face and chest.

The wolf lays back onto the bed, her paws idly toying with her cock and balls as she bathes in the afterglow. She feels no need to rush, but eventually gathers herself. Sticky and sweaty from her fun, she goes to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping beneath the warm water. Her cock shivers in warm delight at the touch of the cascade. She scrubs the sticky fluids from her fur, then turns her attention to her genitals. While not sexual, the washing has pleasure of its own, and her cock twitches under the care.

Once clean, the wolf prepares herself for bed, and within minutes is asleep, buried beneath a blanket as soft as her fur, gently rubbing her new cock when she shifts in her sleep, pleasant and warm as it rests with its owner. The next morning, it has a brief time in the sunlight streaming through the windows before she dresses, trapping it beneath the fabric of a jockstrap, turning the keen organ to a fabric bulge, cradled tight against her, even more inescapably buried in her musk and fluff. Her body is flooded with lust and need, her new cock full of promise and desire, but despite that, she leaves it unfulfilled, such things are for later.

A long day of work fills her with tension, but her cock knows nothing of it, for why should it? Simply happy within its prison, drifting moment to hour to moment, its long daze interrupted only by the momentary flushes of stimulation when its owner moves just right, shifting the fabric around it. The first it knows of its owner's fate is much later, when, out at a club, a cute mare seeking attention on the dancefloor succeeds, and her cock stirs in response. Her approach to the horsegirl is swiftly spotted, this is not a hunt of ambush or stealth, and the mix of fear and thrill that fills the prey's expression is familiar, and so delightful. The equine woman's eyes slide down to the impressive bulge between the wolf's legs, and both realise how this ends. There's a ritual, though, a social dance of flattery and pursuit, and it's late when the cock is finally allowed to flop free, rapidly hardening as it is flooded with hormone-laden blood. Its owner draws a deep breath, lupine senses taking in the lusty scent of the mare bent before here, dripping and ready to experience the cock she's been fantasising about all night, and both cock and owner are happy to oblige, filling her as full as any stallion could.

[humano-ser]

"Pizza Martini"

. Fat wash gin London dry in Parmesan Cheese

. Vermouth Bianco mashed in olives

. Oleo saccharum of lemon

. Tomato and basil agar agar gels

[trying-harder-then-u]

Philip wasn't used to all the stares he was getting from his workers; for god's sake, he was the CEO, and they should be paying respect to him, but instead all the builders to whom he paid the salary just stared in confusion and pity at the tall man in his suit guiding the investors around the construction site.

His black suit, thin build, and clean-shaven appearance drew a harsh contrast to the men that watched. The bored faces of the investors showed that they were just as interested in this as he was, so it was a respite when he managed to excuse himself to go to the bathroom.

Stumbling along, dirt and dust caking his boots, he finally ran into the manager of the property, a bulky man with a short fuse. "Where is the bathroom?" he inquired, only greeted by a judging glance as he stared down. "It's employee only; the public bathroom is a block away." Philip was shocked by the never-ending argument, but he made a mental note to find some recourse for the attitude. He picked his way through the clogged city blocks, finally coming to the public bathrooms.

As he walked into the graffiti-covered stall, he felt his disgust build as he saw a strange liquid covering not just the floor but the bathrooms and walls as well. and judging from the smell, he could tell where this liquid came from. Knowing that he didn't have time to waste, he quickly rolled up toilet paper and wiped down the seat of the toilet. After a few seconds, he went to chuck it when he stepped into a large puddle of cum, glaring at the gunk stuck on his heel. Using the wall to support him as he tried to scrape it off, he only managed to get it on his clothes before finally feeling more drip from the roof on top of his bald head.

Now thoroughly disgusted, he went to leave but found he couldn't; he seemed to be...

rooted to the spot? Phillip's whole body began to shiver as his eyes moved rapidly in his sockets. The shivering began to localize on his legs as a cracking sound filled the air. Did the door seem to grow bigger and bigger, or was he getting smaller? He remembered from the view that his height had gone from 6 feet 3 to 5 feet 6. His mind kept screaming as his body tingled, his thin arms tingled, and he began to thicken along with his legs, a small gut growing out.

His pale skin soon would change too as his skin darkened and tanned, matching that of his many workers. changed rapidly now, his once clean, shaven body growing hair all over and his slightly below-average "tool" shrinking a few inches. Finally able to leave, he felt his head fuzz as if his thoughts were being yelled at him through glass, but he did begin to panic when he didn't return to his investors but rather to the man. "Where have you been?" Phillip thought he was yelling; he couldn't hear anything, though. Looking down, his clothes also changed to a plain tee and some shorts; he truly looked just like a worker now.

The next 5 hours, his body went on autopilot, working harder than his old body ever had, but when the work day finally ended, he kept walking to a house he had never seen, climbing stairs after stairs before finally coming to a door that reeked of cum and sweat. Opening in, he saw a young Latino man, no pants, and busy playing some kind of video game. He somehow knew that this was the man whose cum had covered the bathroom that had caused all this.

glancing over the man—his boyfriend? No, that can't be. He was married, and his thoughts were getting harder. Mmm, Phillipe could see the bulge in the other man's underwear, and the other man obviously could see Phillipe's eyes. "Why don't you come help Daddy out, baby?" excitedly he moved forward and began stripping his BF. "That's it, ik you liked the stuff you found in the bathroom you slut, come get some from the source" as he greedily sucked away his memories. Natural, his Spanish accent? attractive to the ladies, not like he needs it with his boyfriend around. His memories shifted fully, and Philip was gone. He was Philip, a Mexican immigrant working hard so his hot boyfriend could play games. His life was difficult with working and then doing all the chores, but at least he got some good dick. and not a person would miss who he was...

[tf-boi]

Ask and you shall receive . . . sorta. Technically still considering myself on hiatus but I wanted to do a quick story since I didn't want to get rusty.

For @m3ch4s7r1k3r~

This will be a Author X Reader story

It was a crowded hotel lobby but you noticed the me sitting in the corner of the lobby. Normally seeing me wearing unbuttoned dress shirts or in some suggestive pose (my editor's idea), today you are shocked to see me with a black baseball cap, with a light blue hoodie, and black joggers.

Building up the courage to walk up to me I noticed you when you when you were maybe a few feet from me. "Uhhh . . . hi?" I muttered, seeing a person approach me in my lazy outfit caught me off guard. I then I noticed the latest copy of my book, a series of TF stories, wrapped in your arms. "Ahh I see" I said with a smile, grabbing your book and signing it. "Thank you for your support . . . Raymond. Here you go! Thanks for reading!" You grab the book back, heart racing, but standing still. After an awkward moment, I speak up. "Would you . . . like to have a seat? I'm waiting on my boyfriend but he won't be here for a while. Would you like to keep me company?"

Nervously you sit down and introduce yourself.

"Nice to me you" I said with a smile on my face.

"Nice to meet you too! I'm a big fan! Your stories are so hot, where do you get the inspiration for them?"

I tilt my head to the side and place my finger on my cheek, trying to think of an answer. As I thought I take a look at you up and down. Examining every detail of you. Finally I spoke. "Well they are mostly based on true events haha".

"True events?" you said confused "Like you have people roleplaying objects?"

I place my hand over my mouth and chuckled "No as in I REALLY transform people." "But how is that possible?" You questioned.

"Well you see I can use magic. My specialty is transformation magic~" I say with a grin.

You look at my with disbelief, it was already hard to believe this thin twink was your favorite author, but now he is saying he is a wizard.

"Don't believe me?" I say leaning towards you.

"W-well its hard to believe? Magic isn't real?"

"Well there are only a handful of us left, and as long as we don't expose ourselves we tend to leave each other be."

"Then why are you telling me?" You say skeptically.

"Well I was just sizing you up just now. . . you look like my ideal subject for my next story. . . interested in being transformed?" I say with a sparkle in my eye, I run my finger down the side of your face.

You were skeptical at first, but eventually you somehow ended up in my hotel room.

"Glad you decided to join me~" I say looking pleased.

"Yeah sure. . .what are you transforming me into?"

"Well its a secret . . . just play along"

"S-sure . . ." you said hesitantly "You'll turn me back right? I mean I have a job and-"

"Don't worry too much! None of the people I transformed stayed transform since I normally use a reverse spell after I am done. . . though I do have some people who ask me to transform them on their free time too . . ." I said staring at my shoes. "Well here we go" I said, putting my index finger in my mouth, coating it with my saliva and pulling it out. I place it in front of you. "Say ahhhhhh"

You stare at the finger, thinking I'm nuts.

"I need some of my DNA in you for this to work. . . I would normally fuck you, but like I said I plan to meet up with my boyfriend later and you know~"

You think to yourself, worse case I have a part of him in me I guess. You opened your mouth and sucked on the finger. "MMmmm" You moaned as you realized how sweet my saliva was. Like the best tasting syrup. "Ahhh ahhhh" I moaned, enjoying you sucking on my finger. After a few moments more, I pull my finger out despite you resisting. "Well well you sure liked that more than I thought you would."

You nodded and suddenly you started feeling a weird sensation in your stomach, like a warm fuzzy feeling. You don't know what it is but you try to contain yourself. "Ahh . . its supposed to work now but you are resisting . . . gotta calm down a bit dear . . . " I said as I sit on your lap and started making out with you. I wrapped my arms around you and stick my tongue in you. We moan in unison as the warm feeling continues to build in your body. But your mind is slowly going blank, losing control with just me playing with your tongue with mine. Eventually you start to go numb and lose feeling in your arms and legs. They feel as if they were shrinking. Eventually you feel me getting on top of you, or that you are getting smaller. Your body heats up and you feel like blacking out as I remove my mouth from yours.

Moments later it gets hard for you to see, everything is dark. You cannot move, but you feel extremely aroused. You hear some rustling as I dig through your clothes. "Here you are" I say as I pick you up.

"Wow it worked!" I say with a proud grin "Oooh, I think I made you a bit bigger than I had planned . . ."

You grow confused, what did I transform you into?

I walk towards the mirror and you see your new form, a giant cock.

"N-no way thats me!" You thought to yourself, unable to talk. I had transformed you into a disembodied cock, a almost perfect replica of your own, except maybe twice or thrice the length and girth.

"You look pretty sexy now!" I said pleased with my work. You sense a bit of lust in my voice. "Well you were such a good kisser. . . maybe I will reward you . . ." I said opening my mouth wide, bigger than what you thought was possible as I started sucking you, the tip disappearing into my maw. "MMmmm MMMmmmm" I moaned, gripping my sheets of the bed. You feel an even hotter sensation as your feel your body grow. Not wanting to lose to your new cock body, I wrapped my arms around your ball sack and let your shaft get inside of me, your tip now going down my throat as I use my tongue and mouth to suck you off. You feel a warm sensation as you realize you have entered my stomach. You feel a knot growing in your new "throat" as I suck you off. You feel yourself salivating in the form of precum leak out of you into my belly. I moaned feeling it fill me up but I know the best was coming. I continue to suck you off and use both hands to stroke the parts of you out of my body. You feel yourself heat up and barely stay conscious, an insane wave of lust and ecstacy wash over you as you are pleasured by my mouth and hands.

You try as hard as you could to hold on, but you feel the knot in throat release, pumps and pumps of cum gushes out of your mouth (tip) of your dick body and into my stomach. "mmmmmmmmMMmmmmm" I moan as my belly fills up with your love juices. As your balls run dry, you feel your body shrink again and slip out of my mouth. I gasp for air as I caress you lovingly. "Well that was a lot of fun~ Glad you came with me now?" I giggled knowing you can't respond. I get up wobbly with a belly inflated with cum. I pat my stomach as I look pregnant now. "I think I got the inspiration to my new story now. Thanks a bunch." I snap my fingers "Reverse!" I shout, but nothing happens. "Hmmm . . . Reverse" I try again, and again, but nothing happens. "Uh oh . . ." I said closing my eyes. After staying silent as I scanned my body I opened my eyes. "Shoot . . . I should have noticed this, but I guess transforming you into a giant cock took most of my magic . . . I don't even have enough magic to use reverse.

You should be panicking but the thought of staying as a cock aroused you. Without me noticing you got hard again thinking about it.

"Its fine its fine, my boyfriend isn't gonna be back for another few hours. . .I'll just take a magic pill and I'll be charged up in an hour." I say as my phone ring, it was my boyfriend. I answered my phone "Hi babe, hows your meeting? uh huh . . . HUH?" I panicked "Your done early and about a block away . . . sure dear. Looking forward to seeing you soon!" I say as I hang up. "Oh crap, babe's gonna kill me . . . he said no more transforming people when he's not around to watch anymore!" I run around and grabbed your clothes, tossing it into my luggage. "Ok what do I do with you . . ." I say looking at your erect form. Too big for my bag, and my boyfriend has to examine every corner of a hotel room before he can relax, so I can't hide you. "Crap crap crap . . . " I thought as my time was running out. "ah . . . guess I have no choice. . ." I said as I pulled out a bottle of lube that I was saving for later. I squeeze some into my hand and use it to lather you up. You moaned in your mind as I thoroughly spread lube all over you for whats to come. After you are covered I opened my ass up and inserted the tip of your body into me. "ahh ahhh" I winced, not being used to being the one taking it. I slowly inserted you, your body throbbing in joy as you are being sucked into my ass. Eventually I get all of your shaft inside of me. On the outside, an imprint of your cock body can be seen. "Ahhh. . . " I said as the last of your cock goes in me. "Thank god for oversize hoodies. . ." I say as I put my hoodie back on. I put my pants on as well and realized this wouldn't work. Your balls made my ass look awkward. I hmphed and sighed. "Sorry love but . . . " I say as I place my hands on your sack. I push as much as I could and eventually your sack and the rest of you enter my ass. My asshole closes sealing you in. I feel you squirm in both joy and fear inside of me. "Ahh ahh you're gonna fuck up my insides if you keep doing that" I said moaning. "I'll just tell him I'm tired and when he's asleep I'll fix you!!!" Suddenly you stopped moving. I thought you calmed down but I felt a warm liquid fill me up again and trying to escape my ass. "Crap you came again?? Stopp!" I moaned as I clenched my ass to keep everything inside of me.

Moments later my boyfriend opened the door and gives me a hug. "Ray Ray I finished early to see you!" He said lovingly, he felt a warm sensation in my belly region. "What's this?" He said puzzled. "Ahh well you know. . . I thought you were gonna take a while longer so I had some fun with my magic. . ."

My boyfriend pouted "Without me?"

"Sorry babe sorry babe, We'll have fun tomorrow. I kinda went overboard and used up my magic for today." I faked a yawn "Actually I'm pretty tired, I think I'll call it a night early. . . "

"Uhhh no?" My boyfriend looked at me "Tonight's the Erotica Awards and you are attending remember?"

"Oh crap. . ." I thought. Tonight was the awards show, thats why we traveled a few cities over and that was why my boyfriend finished work early.

I snap my fingers and my dress shirt expands to be able to fit my new body. "Thats the last time I mess with inflation magic right?" I said with a nervous laugh.

"Oh you~ Hurry up we'll be late."

As I change and get out the door, I rub my belly again "Guess I gotta fix you later . . ." I thought "Well he's still cumming so maybe he'll be fine . . ."

[gayratguy]

Fuckin genie dude. I wished that me and the hot gym bro I’ve seen around campus could be closer. I meant emotionally not physically! Before I knew it I was in some dark place unable to move but everything just felt so… good. Every time I brushed up against the walls around me I felt this rush of pleasure. I kept hearing muffled voices but the stuff I was feeling was too distracting. It wasn’t until my new owner dropped his pants to get into the shower that I got a glimpse of my new form. There I was throbbing there, a hardening 9 inch dick who you could never tell was once a person, and whose owner was none the wiser that his cockmeat used to be someone. “Damn you are easily excited today” he said down to me as he started stroking me as the warm water rushed past me. This felt ten times better than what I was feeling in his underwear and as he got closer he sped up and I felt something stirring within me. Something launched out of my mouth and I felt like my brain was short circuiting from the amount of pleasure i felt. To be so owned and to be used by this hunk was heaven. I’ve still got two more wishes so I can get out of it but I think I may wait a while before wishing out of this. I could have a little bit of fun while that genie has to wait around for my next wishes, and that could be a very long time.

[artificial-transmutations]

Insatiable

"You want... dick?"

Oh God, finally! It had been the most stressful and embarrassing fifteen minutes for Derek, but apparently, the old (and somewhat creepy) lady on the other side of the desk finally got what he meant.

"Yes! Dick, cock, penis, that's what I want. For my boyfriend." he added.

Communication has been... Difficult to say the least. Derek would normally never set food into a store like this. The small room was cramped with various utensils Derek couldn't even name. There was a stuffed alligator hanging from the ceiling, and a row of dusty jars was standing on a shelf right next to his ear. Derek was sure they contained old and wrinkly apples, mainly because he didn't want to think about what could be in them if it weren't apples.

However, as creepy as this place was, some of his friends had recommended it highly, because the owner of the store apparently could produce an aphrodisiac that put the blue pill to shame. Even if she looked like the embodiment of a voodoo lady, that was.

However, explaining what he wanted and that he wanted it for his boyfriend had been more than difficult. The old lady seemed to be hard of hearing *and* had a hard time grasping the concept of a gay couple. But, apparently, finally it clicked.

The lady shrugged her shoulders which made her large earrings shake.

"OK. Dick for boyfriend." she shrugged again, but began to gather... Something... From her drawers.

"I need..." she began, but Derek interrupted her.

"Some of his hair, yes." That part was clear to Derek since all his friends who recommended the place mentioned. It was probably just for show, but apparently, some hair was a required ingredient.

The old lady nodded and took the small plastic bag with Sean's hair that Derek had brought.

He was surprised when he saw her kneading a soft wax like mass with her bony fingers. Wasn't she supposed to prepare some pills or potion?

He was yanked back to reality by a short tug on his scalp though. The voodoo lady had ripped off some of his own hair, too.

"Ouch! What was that for?" he asked, although it hardly hurt.

"Need hair both" was the only answer he received.

Fascinatedly, Derek watched as the old lady formed a small humanoid doll from the substance. Of course. A voodoo doll. So much for any real surprise for Sean's birthday. Well, at least it was an original joke gift.

The wax figure was unmistakably male. On the one hand, it was obvious from the V-shaped body, the flat chest and the muscular frame that was emerging, but, most importantly because of the other detail the old lady included: the doll was very much anatomically correct, as it sported a large, erect phallus, proudly emerging from its loins. When she was satisfied, she carefully took out Sean's hair and dotted it on the small doll. Derek watched her put it on the dolls head, its chest and even under the figures arms.

Derek's hair, however, went to the pubic area and was used to form a large bush around the phallus. She even massaged some of the hairs into the rod itself.

When she was finished, she took a short look at the doll and quickly dipped it into a cauldron holding an ominous slimy liquid.

"Here, finished. It's 10 dollars."

"Ookay..." Derek began. "And how does it work exactly?"

"It just works. Trust. It's 10 dollars." was the only answer he got.

Derek shrugged and paid the old lady before taking the wet doll. Careful not to get the liquid on his clothes, he thanked her and left the building.

He drove home, a smile on his lips. Hopefully, his boyfriend would like the joke gift.

***

"What is that?", Sean asked curiously, as he eyed the little figure.

"Isn't that obvious?" Derek laughed. "It's a voodoo doll, and it's supposed to improve our sex life."

Sean raised an eyebrow. "Do you think our sex life needs improving?" he asked his boyfriend in an amused voice.

Before Derek could answer though, he laughed and said: "Thanks, honey". He kissed his boyfriend, and what was originally planned to be a quick peck on the lips turned into a long and sensual kiss involving tongue and roaming hands.

They both panted when they eventually separated.

"I can already see a positive effect.", Sean remarked. "Do you want to take it to the bedroom and help me with that?" he grinned and gestured towards a small but noticeable bulge in his pants.

Derek gulped. "Yeah." he replied.

They hurried to the bedroom, where their clothes came off in a hurry.

Sean was unusually active. Normally, he was a pretty passive bottom, which worked well for Derek, since he had the bigger dick and liked to top more. However, today, after some making out, Sean whispered:

"Let's try something new."

Sean's hand, which had traveled to Derek's ass left little room for interpretation on what he meant. He nodded. If Sean wanted to top, and on his birthday of all days, who was he to disagree?

They moved around, so Derek was on all fours and Sean positioned himself behind him. Derek closed his eyes in anticipation, feeling the cool air on his ass, the bed slightly dipping, and Sean's hot breath.

"I can't wait to get inside you." Sean breathed.

The next thing Derek felt was something hard, wet and hot against his asshole.

His eyes shot open.

"Is that your tongue?"

Sean hummed. "Yeah, and it tastes great."

He proceeded to lick Derek's butthole, occasionally even penetrating it with the tip of his tongue. Then, finally, Sean removed his tongue and left the stage open for his very erect cock.

Derek had expected him to use lube, but instead, he heard his boyfriend spit and felt a hot liquid hit his butthole. He didn't complain though. This was new, exciting, and he really wanted to see where this would lead. Besides, Sean's cock was small enough to not hurt much either way.

And, true enough, he slid into Derek with little to no resistance.

"You like that?", Sean grunted, and Derek could only moan in response.

Slowly at first, then faster and faster, Sean was fucking Derek. Horny as they both were, it didn't take them too long to simultaneously cry out in ecstasy, as Sean pumped his seed into Derek's ass.

As they were both lying on the bed, panting and recovering, neither of them noticed at first that some subtle changes crept over their bodies. Where Sean was growing a bit bigger overall, both in height as well as in mass, Derek shrunk.

At first it seemed that he was losing stature in the same amount that Sean was gaining - however, that quickly proved not to be the case: After a few moments, Derek had lost a good 25 centimeters of height and was overall thinner and leaner than before.

Sean, on the other hand, was somewhat more muscular and had gained about 5 centimeters in height, putting him at about 1,80 meters now. His changes would have been way less noticeable had it not been for another growth: On both his chest and under his armpits, a patch of dense black and curly hair had begun to sprout.

One thing however had not changed: The size of their slowly softening dicks. However, with their new body sizes, Derek's cock looked even bigger and Sean's even smaller than before.

They were both still catching their breath when Derek was the first to notice the change.

"What the-", he exclaimed. He sat up, looking at his body.

"What is it?" asked Sean, also sitting up. "Woha. Have you shrunk?"

Derek looked at him, confused and slightly worried.

"What? No! You have gotten bigger."

Sean frowned. "Really? I feel like I have grown a bit, but I think you have become a bit smaller."

Sean stood up and gestured his boyfriend to do the same. Really, while the perspective was a bit off for Sean, it was completely different for Derek. His eye level was about at shoulder-height of Sean now and he had to look up to see his face.

"I am shorter." he remarked, dumbfounded.

Sean shook his head. "But that's impossible."

"It is." Derek confirmed. "And why the hell do you have hair under your arms, too?"

Sean shrugged, confused, but then he looked down his own body.

"It's not just there! Man, my body feels *weird*. It's like it's not even my own."

"Tell me about it", said Derek with a grimace. "I feel like a dwarf!"

"Awww." Smiled Sean. "But if it's any consolation: You are a very sexy dwarf. You have such a cute ass." As if to make a point, he slapped Derek's behind lightly.

"Yeah, well, I have noticed your newfound interest in that area." Derek commented dryly.

"Hey, it's not like you can complain!"

Sean readjusted his dick, which hadn't returned to a fully flaccid state with all the talk about asses. It was true, though: Derek was really cute that way.

Derek meanwhile slapped his forehead. "Of course. It must be that voodoo doll. Let me phone the shop!"

"You mean like real magic?" Sean said but Derek was already dialing his phone. After a few seconds, however, he hung up.

"Damn, they're closed for the day already. I'll have to try tomorrow."

"Well, I guess there are worse things than being short for a day. Hey, how about we watch a movie and eat some pizza tonight, and tomorrow, you can go to that store first thing in the morning."

Derek broke into a smile. Sean was right of course. It wasn't like anything catastrophic had happened. Still, the implications, with voodoo magic being real and all that were a lot to think about it. But that could wait until tomorrow.

"Sure! It's your birthday after all!"

They put on some clothes and went to prepare pizza together. Their body sizes were becoming pretty obvious when they settled on the couch after dinner. Of course, their usual snuggling positions didn't quite work out and they had to arrange differently. Finally, they settled with Derek's head on Sean's lap, who took quite a bit more space on the sofa now.

This position allowed Derek to notice at once when, around after half the movie, certain parts of Sean stirred under his head.

"Are you seriously getting a boner from me watching a movie?"

Sean grinned. "Sorry. You just feel so nice down there."

Derek rolled his eyes.

"You know, I can feel a boner poking against the back of my head, too."

"Hey, it's not my fault when you look so cute!" Sean smiled and stroked Derek's hair.

"Well, the voodoo lady did say that the doll was supposed to increase our sex drive. I guess that part works. We can still watch the movie if you want."

"Actually..." Sean began, and Derek could feel Sean's dick quickly getting harder. "... I have a different idea."

Sean pulled his pants down a little, just enough to free his cock.

"Would you give me a blowjob?"

"Sure." replied Derek. It had been a while since they had switched things up, so he was more than willing to go with it.

Sean shifted, giving his boyfriend better access, and Derek scooted lower. He grabbed the shaft and gave it a few tentative licks, before starting to suck in earnest.

While Derek was busy working on Sean's dick, his own was straining his pants, and he opened them to jerk off. However, after some minutes of enjoying the sensation, Sean pushed back Derek's head.

"Enough with your mouth." he said, with his voice coarse from arousal. "I want that ass."

Derek didn't object. He stood up and let his pants and underwear drop.

"Wait a second. Let me get some lube."

"No need." replied Sean and Derek could see that he was right. Sean's cock was still wet from his blowjob and from the precum that was spilling out of the tip. With one hand, he spread his ass cheeks.

"Do it. Do me."

Sean didn't have to be told twice. He stood up and, after some brief repositioning, pushed his cock into his boyfriend's waiting hole.

"Oh God! You're even tighter than before!" he moaned, as he began to push into his boyfriend.

Derek couldn't answer from the onslaught of sensation, but Sean was right. It felt like Sean's cock filled him up like never before. Derek almost came from the sensation of Sean entering him alone.

When Sean began pumping, slow at first but quickly picking up pace, Derek was lost in ecstasy. All he could feel was his boyfriends cock inside of him, filling him from behind and rocking his world. At some point, he came all over the couch, but he didn't stop, because Sean didn't stop. He jerked his own cock more and more, riding the waves of his orgasm while his boyfriend kept plowing his ass.

Then, after what seemed like an eternity, Sean's thrusts became faster, erratic. With one last push, he buried his cock in Derek's ass and spilled his load.

Both men saw stars after that and were busy catching their breath, when, again, a change washed over them. This time, Derek noticed as the world around him became bigger quickly.

"Wha... It's happening again!" he cried out, alerting Sean to the fact, too.

Sean watched as Derek got smaller... and *smaller*, still impaled on Sean's dick. His shrinking only stopped when he was about 50 centimeters in height, barely half a meter tall.

"Did... it stop?" Derek asked, with his voice somewhat higher and fainter than before. Sean's voice, on the other hand, sounded deeper and resonated louder when he answered:

"Seems that way. Wow, what a shock. Let's get you off of me, first."

Sean tried to lift Derek up from his lap but found himself unable to. Sean's dick was firmly lodged into Derek's ass now and no matter how hard he pulled, Derek wouldn't come off. in fact, when he felt the hairy root of his cock, he couldn't even find a gap between it and Derek's ass cheeks, so tight was the connection. It was like Derek was glued or welded to his groin.

"Oh my god." exclaimed Derek, when he noticed the same thing. "I'm stuck!"

"What should we do?" asked Sean.

"What *can* we do?" asked Derek, with clear panic in his voice.

"Okay, okay. Calm down. We're still good, right? Everyone is alive, nothing to worry about. Tomorrow, we will go to that shop and have this sorted out."

"You're right." sighed Derek, who was still trying to free himself. "It's not like I'm hurting or anything. This is just weird. And uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable? What's wrong?"

"Everything." answered Derek, who had given up struggling. "The position, for starters. My feet aren't touching the ground."

"Oh." replied Sean. There was nothing else he could think of.

"It's not... *that* bad though", Derek continued. "It does kinda feel good to be this close. Like snuggling."

"Like snuggling?" asked Sean.

"Like really *close* snuggling. And you're pretty big right now, so I feel really secure."

Sean smiled, apparently having been successful in calming his boyfriend. He secretly had to admit that the situation was pretty exciting for him, but he didn't want to show it. Instead, he secured the small Derek with his arms and walked to the bathroom. It felt like carrying a small backpack in front of his body.

"Let's get cleaned up, okay?"

They did just that. Derek found that he could stabilize himself pretty well on Sean's body. And they both noticed that Sean, too had grown again. Now measuring about 1,90 meters and being covered by a considerate amount of body hair was certainly something else, but it paled in comparison to having his half-a-meter-boyfriend attached to his groin.

Not knowing what else to do afterwards, they went to bed. Sean carefully climbed on the mattress, making sure not to jostle his tiny partner too much. He positioned himself and put the blanket over him, with Derek safely secured underneath.

"Is everything okay?", Sean asked.

Derek was covered by the blanket completely but actually felt good. It was the safest feeling he had had for a very long time.

"Actually, yeah. I guess. Good night, honey."

"Good night, Derek."

After a few moments, Derek could hear Sean snoring and shortly after, he, too drifted off to sleep.

It was morning, when Derek awoke to a strange sensation. He felt really stiff, his back was straight, and he was feeling... horny. Of course, Derek had felt horny before, but this was no comparison. It was like "horny" flooded his whole system, from head to toe.

His mouth tasted like yesterday's blowjob... again. The salty taste of precum was on his tongue and his lips were tingling. He couldn't remember ever having felt that horny before, his whole body was just buzzing.

"Are you awake?" Sean's voice, deep and rumbling, startled him.

"Huh?", was his only reaction.

"Are you awake?" repeated Sean. "I'm horny as fuck."

"Uh, me, too." answered Derek, slowly regaining control of his voice. "Do you wanna..."

"Yes. Oh yes. Perhaps if I push you up and down my cock, we can..."

"Worth a shot." Derek confirmed.

Sean did just that. He gripped Derek under his shoulders, making sure that his small hands were not crushed, and slowly began lifting him. As before, Derek's ass was still firmly attached to Sean's groin, but the tugging sensation was enough for both of them to produce a deep and needy moan.

However, as Sean pushed Derek back and began to pull again, Derek interrupted:

"Wait! What if... we change more?"

Even though it took a considerable amount of will from Sean, he stopped for a moment. Derek was right, he knew that. But the urge was just too strong.

"Yes..." he half-moaned. "...but I need this."

"Sean, what..." Derek began, but Sean had started to tug Derek's smaller body again, and the rest of his sentence was swallowed by a needy moan from Derek as well. Fuck it, how much worse could it get?

As Sean moved his hands up and down Derek's body, he could feel more changes setting in sooner. The taste of precum in his mouth intensified and Derek found himself drooling up liquid that tasted like it as well. It ran down his body, which was, again, changing.

Derek's arms and legs shrunk into his body fast, faster even than the rest of his body, which was also getting smaller again. It was mainly frustrating for Derek since he couldn't reach his cock anymore, as his extremities got absorbed into his more and more cylindrical body.

Sean's movements changed once Derek's arms were out of the way. No longer was he tugging the much, much smaller man up and down, but instead he closed both of his arms around Derek's torso and started *rubbing* them up and down.

The feeling was incredible. Derek found himself drooling more and more, coating his whole smaller body with precum. As Sean pumped his hands up and down Derek's body, wet sounds emerged, just as if he was pumping a well-lubed cock.

The motions quickly became quicker and quicker, Sean's breathing heavier and heavier. Derek's breathing however stopped entirely, as his inner organs changed into the only thing that was important: the various veins and glands that made up a cock. His own cock and balls disappeared into his body as well - not that he needed them anymore. He didn't need a cock, he was *becoming* a cock. A large and hefty tube of flesh, firmly attached to manly Sean, who was grunting now, close to release.

Derek could feel a pressure starting deep within him, and, as his head changed into Sean's cock head, he *exploded* with his cum, spewing it from the slit that had been his mouth just a few minutes before to everywhere in the room.

***

Of course, the voodoo shop was nowhere to be found - or so Sean claimed. Derek had remained somewhat sentient, but unable to express himself other than through twitching and getting stiff. Sean was a man who had a cock with a mind of his own - literally. The new and enormous cock meat he called his own now was quickly becoming the center of his world. Not only had his cock a mind of his own, Sean was also more and more thinking with his cock. He was positively addicted to getting off and his libido surpassed that of the two men become one.

It didn't take long until Sean lost his job due to the fact that he just couldn't stop masturbating long enough to squeeze in eight hours of work. His environment degraded around him into a cheap and dirty flat. But all of that was hardly important. Sean was a stud of a man with a cock to match. And he knew how to use his equipment all too well. He was quickly getting known as the insatiable top, who sometimes brought home two or three guys at the same time. When he was not busy breeding some bottom, he mainly spent his time watching porn or idly playing with himself. One thing was certain: Derek had certainly got a lot of action for his money.

Time for a good old cock tf! This one is a bit more involuntary and a bit more focused on the actual transformation than my series Closer Than Flesh, which focused more on the story of *being* cockmeat. I'm sure I wouldn't mind either way!

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Cliffside Changes: A New Beginning

Chapter 3: Date Night-mare

When I woke up today, I could not believe I was still inside the body of this hunk. Even though I was in a completely new body, I assumed I had to go to work. So I hopped in the shower and began to get ready for the day. When going through my closet I had what seemed to be all these newer trendy clothes that go nicely with this body. After getting dressed, I went into my kitchen, and made myself a cup of coffee like usual before heading out the door to the office. On my way to work, I wondered if my office life had changed as well.

Once in the office, I began to walk over to my cubicle like I normally do. Everything looked and felt the same except this time I noticed colleagues were actually paying attention to me and checking me out. It was quite a new feeling for me considering I would usually go unnoticed in the office. I just went to my desk and started my work for the day hoping no one noticed how red my face got from blushing from all the new attention. After a few hours of work, I got an email from a supervisor, asking to meet him at his office in an hour.

An hour later…

I could not imagine what this supervisor, Sam, could possibly want. He’s never interacted with me before and we work for different departments so I’m very confused as to why he would want to meet. I will say I always thought he was a very attractive man but I knew that in my previous body I never stood a chance to be with him and just admired him from a distance. 

Once in Sam’s office, he asked me to shut the door so we could begin talking. He looked really good today in his stylish outfit. He began to talk about some work stuff and I sort of began to tune out and just stare at his attractive face. He noticed this and began to turn red. I apologize for staring and he then apologized for BSing a work conversation. He then explained he needed an excuse to call me into his office so we could talk. He then asked if I was free this evening for a date and I said yes. We made plans for dinner that evening and we both went about the rest of our work days. I could not believe how much positive has changed in my life since entering this body.

After work was finished for the day, I still had some time to kill before I would be meeting Sam for dinner. I wanted to go to my cliffside and see if I could alter any of the changes to my body or life myself by falling down the cliff this time thinking of changes or alterations I would want. So As I neared the edge, I began to think about how I still wanted to be in this body as it’s nearly perfect but I wanted to be more intelligent and intune with my sexuality. I then took a leap of faith and hoped for the best with my new changes in mind.

Moments later I could feel myself reemerge from the water… but I felt different. I felt as if I wasn’t all there but I felt more sensations. I didn’t really feel like I was incontrol yet I still felt like I was flesh and blood, I tried to see but all I could see was black. It wasn't until my body got back to my apartment that I understood what had happened. I knew I wanted to get more intouch with my sexuality, but becoming my new body’s cock was not what I had in mind. 

I guess my body was just on auto pilot, as I could feel warm soap and water running down my new form. I also could feel myself being shaved and groomed… I guess my autopilot self is banking on getting lucky. For my sake too, I hope I get lucky because I might as well enjoy the pleasures of being a cock. 

My evening was going as one would expect it to go as a cock, not much going on. It wasn’t until we got back to our apartment I knew I was gonna get lucky, as I could feel the blood flow increase in myself. It was then I knew Sam and my body were beginning to make out. I then felt as if I was being grouped by larger hands and got even larger. After a few minutes of this, I felt as if I was at full mast. I have never felt so good before while being touched like this. At this point Sam and my body were both stripping down and I was being stroked while just in underwear. In no time, Sam had made a move and pulled my body’s underwear off. I felt the air on my skin for a quick second before I felt warmth and wetness. 

I then realized Sam was blowing me and oh my god, I thought normal blowjobs were amazing but experiencing it as a cock is even better. It was as if my whole body was having an orgasm. I could feel the build up of cum start to build up in my balls, which I guess is my lower body now. I felt the pressure begin to build in my throat and it felt so good to choke on my cum as it was going up. Sam kept bobbing his mouth up and down my form and I couldn’t help but want to cum already. I could feel the scruffiness of his facial hair rub up against my being and it was making the liquid in my balls just churn from pure erotica. He kept using his tongue around my head so gently that it was driving me wild and I wanted to burst. It was at that moment I could not hold the cum in my throat any longer and I had to let it go. I have never felt anything like before in my life, it felt so euphoric, it was indescribable… then everything went black.

To Be Continued… 

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The Embodiment Of His Desire

“Aww what? I only get one wish? Aren’t you supposed to give me like three or something?” Klara sighed as she looked up at the magical genie before her. She’d summoned him accidentally when she stumbled across an old artefact that was stored away in her grandfather’s basement.

The genie rolled his eyes. “Yes you only get one. This isn’t a movie you know.” The genie twirled around Klara. Like most depictions of genies, his upper body was that of a fit man while his lower body was no more than a cloud of smoke that connected him to the strange artefact he came from. He had deep red skin and a twirly mustache that made him look somewhat similar to a few depictions of Lucifer. Though he didn’t look nearly as threatening thankfully.

“Okay well if I only get one wish then…” Klara thought for a moment but it didn’t take long for her to decide. “I wish that Chris Kellerton, the hot guy from my university, would fall in love with me.” She asked with hopefulness. She’d had her eyes on Chris from the moment she saw him. He was her dream man from head to toe. Perfect in every way from his body to his face, the way he spoke to the way he treated people. She wanted him so badly. And yet he didn’t seem the least bit interested in her. He was nice to her for sure but he always treated her like a friend and nothing more. Well Klara wanted more.

Unfortunately the Genie tutted and wagged his finger. “No can do. I can’t force somebody to love you. Or more accurately I won’t. I don’t like messing with people’s feelings in that way.” He explained, watching as a look of disappointment quickly overtook Klara’s face. “However. I can propose something else that may give you the result you desire. Instead of forcing him to love you, I can instead change your identity and the way you look so that you become the embodiment of Chris’ desires. You’ll have to give up your old life but I have almost no doubt Chris will fall for you afterwards. How does that sound?”

Klara had to ponder on it for a moment. Was she really willing to give up everything she knew including the way she looked for this man? It would be a massive commitment in so many ways. But soon enough she made her choice.

“Yes. Do it. Anything to have Chris be mine.” She said at last. “I wish that I was the embodiment of Chris Kellerman’s desires!” She stated boldly with a mixed look of both excitement and nervousness.

The genie smirked down at the young woman who still had no idea what she was in for. But that was for her to find out. “Well then. Your wish is granted.” His voice echoed through the basement as he snapped his fingers. Immediately Klara was wrapped up in a pillar of smokey magic as the genie returned to the artefact once more.

Klara had no idea what was happening. All she could see was a storm of red mist swirling around her like a vortex that was too thick to look through. All she could do was take a deep breath and trust in the genie as her body began to change.

The first thing she noticed was her legs and torso getting longer. She’d been quite a short woman before so maybe that was part of the reason Chris didn’t like her. Maybe he was into taller girls, she thought. Her former height of 4’11” continued to increase up and up. Every time she thought it was about to stop it simply kept going until finally she reached a staggering height of dead on 6 foot. Even taller than Chris!

Her muscles were next. She could feel her arms and legs begin to grow stronger as they gradually expanded. By this point Klara was starting to assume that maybe Chris was into muscle mommy’s or something because soon enough she looked jacked! Having started to rip apart her clothes slightly that were already being stretched to their limits after her height increase. Strong abs carved into her stomach, thick looking legs and some of the brawniest looking arms she’d ever seen on a woman. She wasn’t sure how exactly to feel about it. She never imagined getting into this kind of shape but if this is what Chris was into then…

But the changes didn’t stop.

Klara began to squirm uncomfortably as a strange indescribable sensation took over her groin. She reached down into her panties just in time for her eyes to widen at the feeling of a small nub pushing its way out of her vagina. It was tiny at first but it continued to push its small mushroom head out of her pussy, followed swiftly by a shaft that was growing thicker by the second. Her pussy began to close itself up but not before two small testicles could slip their way through as well. Klara couldn’t believe it. She had a cock and balls!? And they were still growing! A substantial bulge began to form in her panties as her new dick grew up to a very impressive 8 inches with enough girth that she could’ve put any of her former lovers to shame with it. Not to mention her new balls growing so fat that she could practically feel the mass amount of testosterone being churned inside them.

That was the turning point. With the new penis and testicles hanging between her legs, Klara’s DNA was being completely altered. More specifically the XX chromosomes inside of her were swiftly being mutated into XY chromosomes instead. Suddenly the changes being made to her form were no longer limited by her female form as Klara was about to find out.

Almost immediately her body began to lose its feminine form. Her curves disappearing in favour of further definition to the new muscle she’d gained. Everything from her waist to her butt lost its female look as they grew to a more masculine shape. Following this her hands and feet grew multiple sizes bigger, especially her feet, until they looked meaty and clumsy. Nothing like the delicate appendages she once had. However that was nowhere near as shocking as having to watch her breasts melt away. Her nipples shrinking to much more modest size as the tits she’d grown used to weighting her down quickly vanish into nothing more than a flat muscular chest.

After that her muscles began to feel strange again. They were pulsing as if they were preparing for something. But Klara didn’t have time to focus on that right now as her face started to morph. Her hair was first to recede into a short masculine cut before her features began to change dramatically. Gone was the soft and delicate face of a woman as her jaw widened, nose broadened, eyes shifted to a more masculine shape. Everything about her face morphing until it looked manly as fuck! And to top it all off, she felt a sudden itch across her jaw as a short full beard sprouted and decorated her new face perfectly while the lump in her throat enlarged to give her a much deeper, huskier voice.

Klara hardly even had time to comprehend the feeling of her new facial hair before suddenly her veins began to bulge across her entire body. That pulsing in her muscles from before heating up to an entirely new level as she began to hulk out once again! Now that her body was no longer restrained by its female form and hormones, her body packed on more muscle than she could ever have imagined!

Her arms being first and foremost as her biceps and triceps exploded to ridiculous sizes that meant even the slightest movement would cause them to bulge in some way and in turn flooding them with a level of strength she could never have dreamed of before. This was soon followed by her shoulders and back expanding rapidly and widening her physique to an even more wildly masculine shape that would no doubt make it difficult to fit through doors from now on. Naturally her chest was next as her pecs pumped up to an enormous degree, almost to where it felt like she had breasts again. Only this time they were solid slabs of pure manly muscle the size of fucking watermelons! And yet despite her now gigantic size, her body still somehow managed to hold onto the abs it’d carved earlier and allowed them to grow even larger across her stomach. By this point her shirt had been completely ripped to shreds and by the looks of things, the rest of her clothes weren’t going to last much longer either.

Of course her lower body was next and it didn’t take long for her new male ass to start plumping up some more until it was a nice thick muscle butt crafted from years of training. But last and certainly not least was her legs. And to say they hulked out would be an understatement. Klara couldn’t help letting out a long deep groan as her quads and hamstrings bulked and thickened into massive trunks leaving her with thighs that could crush a head with ease. Even her calves boomed with new muscle until they looked harder than steel.

Klara was left panting heavily after such an intense transformation. Finally the intense pulsing sensation that’d been rocketing through her body moments ago was starting to subside, finally giving her a chance to realise that her pants and underwear were completely gone. Leaving her stood completely naked with her new cock and balls swinging in this enormous muscle tank of a body that she could hardly even comprehend right now. But just then as the vortex continued to swirl around her, so did the tattered remains of her old clothes.

The remains of her shirt reformed around Klara’s bulky new body, only this time as a large black tank top instead that did well to show off her new physique. Her destroyed pants and underwear did the same as they formed around her body as large jockstrap to hold her new junk in place as well as a new pair of grey gym shorts to match her tank top. Even a black cap materialised itself on her head. Finally ending with her old shoes and socks reforming into a comfortable pair of gym socks and sneakers that actually fit her massive new feet.

Before Klara even had a chance to reorient herself, the pillar of smoke twisting around her vanished in an instant. Only now she wasn’t in her grandfather's basement anymore. Instead she was now standing in the middle of a gym! She glanced around a little to quickly discover that it was the local gym she’d been to a couple of times but she still couldn’t help but feel light headed as her brain tried desperately to play catch up.

Klara looked down at her hands. Flipping them back and forth as she inspected the sheer size of them. Her gaze then wandered up her gigantic forearms and towards the enormous biceps she now adorned. Then looking down in bewilderment to see her pecs pressing tightly against her new tank top. It didn’t seem real and yet… it was.

When she turned around to see her reflection for the first time in one of the gym’s many wall mirrors, Klara’s mouth hung open in shock. She shouldn’t have been surprised but actually seeing the image of a massive bodybuilder dude being reflected back at her in a mirror took her breath away. She had no idea how to react. Only staring on in awe for a good few moments as she drank in her reflection.

Though after a few moments she couldn’t help but flex a little out of curiosity. Starting with her arms of course. Squeezing those super sized biceps a little and watching as both her muscles and veins bulge with power. Just the sheer magnitude of her arms was overwhelming. Yet as mesmerising as her giant arms were, her attention couldn’t help shifting to her pecs. She cupped them with both hands, feeling the heft and weight of the muscle. These new muscle tits were even bigger than her regular tits and they had a completely different feel to them. She could squeeze and enjoy groping them but in an instant she could flex them and they’d become rock hard. Speaking of rock hard…

“Ughhhg… Rrghhg…” Klara grumbled and squirmed slightly as her new cock started to get excited. She didn’t know how to stop it and before long blood was pumping at a rapid rate into her new member, forcing it to thicken up to its full size. She very quickly came to realise how uncomfortable public erections were as her growing dick strained against her shorts and jockstrap. She tried her best to hide it from anyone around but it wasn’t an easy task with his well endowed she was now. And that’s when she saw him. Chris. Working out from across the gym and seemingly glancing at her.

That was it. Her cock was in high gear now as it pulsed and bucked with excitement at the sight of her crush. Some guys from around the gym had already begun to notice how strange Klara was acting and were giving her strange looks which caused her to go red with embarrassment. Luckily however she spied the doors to the changing rooms not far away. Without a moment’s hesitation she stumbled awkwardly over towards them, trying to get used to the balls between her legs as well as the pulsing erection. She almost went into the women’s changing room at first before quickly realising that wouldn’t be a good idea…

As soon as she reached the changing rooms, Klara hobbled into the bathroom with her new third leg threatening to burst out at any second. Luckily they were private single bathrooms allowing her to lock the door and breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately she found the sink mirror and stared at herself once again in disbelief. Inspecting her new features and touching her beard. It was by all accounts completely insane! But that didn’t stop her from dropping her shorts and jockstraps moments later to finally let her giant new sick spring free. Gasping a little as it smacked against her abs ferociously. So this is what it felt like to be hard? Jesus… It felt like she had a steel pipe between her legs!

“What the fuuuuuckk…” She groaned as she waddled over to the sink before leaning on it for support. “That fucking genie… why did he do this? This isn’t what I wished for?” She growled as she continued to scan her new body in the mirror. Eyes wandering up and down the impressive male specimen she now was. Not being able to help constantly glancing at her pulsing cock. Until finally it clicked. Chris. He’d hardly looked at him before. But just a few minutes ago back in the gym… he did. Chris glanced at him. And it wasn’t a strange look like the other gyms were giving him. No, it was different. It was… lustful.

Klara hung her head as everything slid into place. “Chris is gay.” She sighed. That’s why the genie turned her into this. She had indeed become the embodiment of Chris’ desires… it just turned out that desire was a massive big dicked muscle monster of a man. “Yup. I guess that one’s on me.”

With that Klara took a step back and looked at herself again. “Fuck. Well I guess I’m a man now.” She flexed both of her arms in a double bicep pose. “And a huge one at that.” But her tone didn’t sound disappointed. Rather intrigued as she thought about the possibilities that came with all this. Or rather the advantages.

A large grin began to form across her face. “You know what? I could get used to this.” She murmured as she slipped off her tank top and admired her new upper body in all its glory. “No more periods, no more bras.” She began as she flexed her pecs again, slowly starting to figure out how pec bouncing worked. “No more being seen as a petite little woman who everyone assumes is weak and helpless half the time. No more being ignored simply because I’m a woman as well.”

Without a second though Klara reaches down and grips her cock tightly. Moaning as she does and loving how it feels. Not just the pleasure of it but the feeling of having a cock in general! It made her feel even more powerful in a strange way she just couldn’t explain. “Now I get to be a huge man with a booming voice that everyone will fucking listen to. Not to mention getting respect from other men simply for being a man myself.” She was loving it as she quickly began jerking herself off for the first time. “Oh god and all the male privilege I’ll get to have! Fuck yes!”

Klara continues to go on and on about all the advantages she’s going to have now with a body like this. Grinning wildly to herself as she continues to jerk. All of her worries about becoming a man swiftly slipping away as she realised how heavily the pros outweigh the cons. And of course just how amazing it felt. She was already getting intoxicated by the power and size of her new body and couldn’t imagine going back to being so small and weak in comparison.

“Urrghhuuuu! Fuuuuck! And having a cock is sooo much better than a pussy!” She exclaimed boldly. But she was right. Before she always had to touch herself in just the right away and activate the right spots to get off. But now all she had to do was stroke the massive piece of meat between her legs and it was instant eye rolling pleasure. It was so good in fact that she couldn’t bring herself to stop for even a moment. Only pumping even harder and faster by the second to slowly coax moan after moan out of herself. She loved everything about jerking off from the feeling of her muscles jiggling with every stroke to her new bull balls bouncing rhythmically along with it. She could practically feel the testosterone flooding her body and mind and she was already completely addicted to it. Addicted to being a man.

“Oooo-ooooohhh fuuck-OOOOOOHHHHH-” Klara wailed at last as her load began to well up. Not being able to stop herself as her ass tightened and one final roar escaped her lips before her new cock exploded for the first time. An eruption of cum spewing violently from the fat head of her dick. Klara couldn’t help but watch in wonder as she unleashed sperm for the first time. She almost couldn’t believe it but she was actually nutting! Splattering her own ball batter all over the mirror, floor and herself! It was unbelievable but she adored every second.

Moments later she was sitting bare ass on the floor trying to catch her breath with a huge smile on her face. She had to admit, though this wasn’t the result she’d had in mind when she made that wish, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t happy with the results.

After cleaning up as best she could, Klara got dressed again in her new male clothes. But before stepping out again, she looked at herself in the mirror one last time. She was a man now. Or rather he was a man now. And he certainly couldn’t keep going by his old girly name. He thought for a moment until suddenly a name sprung to mind. Ian. He didn’t know why but he liked it and he was sure Chris would too. But with that Ian gave himself a quick wink in the mirror before heading back out into the main gym.

As he did he couldn’t help noticing he now had information filling his head on how to use every machine in the gym alongside shit tons of bodybuilding knowledge. That was going to make maintaining his new body a hell of a lot easier but that wasn’t what he was focused on right now. His attention was tunnel visioning onto Chris.

Moments later Chris was in the middle of a set when Ian came straight up to him with a cocky and confident demeanour. Ian couldn’t help smirking when he saw the blush blooming on Chris’ face as the now smaller man ran his eyes across Ian’s godlike physique. Scanning every muscle in a not so subtle man. Jesus… how had Ian not figured out Chris was gay sooner. Just being in the presence of a massive hulking man had Chris melting into a puddle.

“Hey bro. Was wondering if you could spot me for a few sets.” Ian asked politely, his thick masculine tone cutting through the air in a way that made Chris shiver. This new masculine demeanour just came so naturally to Ian now. “And afterwards if you don’t have any plans I was thinking you and I go out later tonight? What do ya say?”

“S-sure! I’d love to sir… I-I mean bro…” Chris stumbled with his words. Flustered beyond belief in a way that made Ian chuckle.

“Perfect.” Ian responded, already imagining how he was going to toss Chris into bed later tonight and really break in his new body and cock by destroying that cute ass. God… being a man was going to be fucking spectacular.